Many times I have been lost,
yet you set me back onto my path...

I love the little bundles of joy,
they make me smile when I'm down...

She lay still on the concrete,
listening to whispers of the wind...

I would not help you
if you were bleeding...

So..there's this girl....
that I cannot avoid...

The blade slices in deep,
the pain is strong...

Darkness engulfed her entire surroundings,
She stood alone in the damp eerie fog...

In the greens that brought warmth,
only the white cold remains to decorate...

I lye in the deep dark shadows, of the hidden back...
Scarred by the silence, of the cold darkness...

The allure of simplicity fades,
For this inner turmoil is complex...

Although I lied, you did as well,
it hurt inside, but you couldn't tell...

Donnie Smyth,
If you were sitting next to me, sharing this view...