As i lay in my bed
i see a pair of glowing eyes...

How to die?
painfully or painless...

I've thought about if before
as i open the cupboard door...

What i love the most is the way the wind blows...
The way the stars light up the sky and tell me how...

Blankets of white snow
lay across the never ending hills...

It's beauty shines all year long.
trough the cold winter...

I had a dream
a dream of peace...

I like him for the rush
and the way he makes me blush...

Every night
I have a dream...