A painted face
Hides an inner fiend...

Standing at the entryway...
Waiting for the next calm...

Standing at the entryway...
Waiting for the next calm...

The Day St.Gabriel
blows his horn...

I've fallen for it again
fallen for the same old joke...

Scattered Leaves paint earth
Bending to winds mere motion...

Clay-maker
Young mold able mind...

If only they could see me and not my exterior...
THATS MY LOVE TO YOU...

The saddest child I've ever met has never known...
While passed around on unstable ground he was...

Add depression with pure sadness
Include life and extract all happenings of bliss...

It calls out to him, yelling his name
Pleading for the sensation the rush in the veins...

She told me that she had to go
and leave she did that very night...