Dedicated...
If I had wings, I thought...

I miss my mother's lap
Where I lay my head...

Usually on to the top of the house
I crept during those summer nights...

I am waiting
For the hand...

Sometimes when time is not scarce,
As I watch the sun set...

In the mirror glimmered the thing,
Moonlight simmering in the sink...

There lived a stone
All useless with moss gathered...

When the heart beats wild and loud,
When vision sees it all around...

Stories printed in the mind
Pictures painted in thoughts...

What is Sacrifice...
Ask a mother...

When I am gone, my love
don't be sad for me...

Memories are good,
Memories are bad...