At Newgrange light crept slowly forward
as the sun rose past the banks of the Boyne...

I communicate
best with persons whose language...

Freedom
to become...

You will notice that no one wants
The garbage thrown to the street...

It is not the kiss
that makes the hurt feel better...

I want to be so
world renowned that they rename...

Finally learned love:
I grasp the way of your dance...

You stabbed me deeply
and then you became angry...

Night rises. Soon She will come again.
Every day brings hope each night will ban...

“I gotta”
is a complaint...

The bird 'scapes her cage to wing,
To shout in the light of Spring...

We know where you live, believe it.
You may try but can't get away...