After all, we're only human... Moving, Breathing, Living disasters.

Clear our cluttered minds and let us start over with a fresh sheet of paper. Let us doodle in the SketchBook of LIFE.

Show us that every cracked mirror can be fixed to reflect our inner beauty.

Days and nights are intertwined with each other, and it's never dark or light. Everything flows together, like a river, Never Ending.

Your life is filled with guns and shame,
With your own denial, filled with noise.

I'm just a simple memory, Forget my love, and you'll be free.

All of our hearts beat together. Feel the rhythm of life we've created. Dance to the rhythm of freedom we all have inside.

It seems like every breath I take is for absolutely nothing.

Penguins can fly, Horses can speak. This world of mine is made out of paper and ink.

Writing is when pen and paper combine to create a masterpiece world of my own.