Take my money and throw it to the sea,
Or my wealth and home in which I reside...

A thrumming heart is heard
And his presence is the drummer...

No one sees me.
A wandering eye sees rainbows and roses...

Tearing at my cheekbones and
Pulling on my hair...

The weather feels like singing,
When greeted by the trees...

Soft and touchable ebony hair,
Enticing blue eyes, and a thousand yard stare...

The fallen hero.
He had a voice and used it...

When we look into the past,
and all we see is sorrow...

Beyond the falls the angel stands
The water screaming; death...

This is the end of the world.
It always is...

There was a horse called Gentle Jane
A world of love was in her mane...

Oh lioness,
Valiant and brave...