Ludwig in thought composed to its rage,
Fierce passions in bellowing tides...

Morality and dignity,
it seems , have become of lesser concern...

Consumed by this world
of deceit...

Love hath cast it's curse,
And for a mother there is no cure...

Like change in every season,
The unpredictable ways of life...

Raging waters,
Massive wind...

A wise woman once said,
Son change your ways...

I walk around your pain
I see the hurt inside...

Oh in yonders wondrous city,
where endless life and merriment bloom...

I can only imagine,
The man on the other line...

You left me at our table,
As i sipped my glass of wine...

I make a wish,
Upon a star...