What are you thinking
To destroy lives in a blink...

So true are the shadows of ourselves
That as we look back and remember...

Slyly comming up from behind
Happiness suddenly dies...

Blue tinted glass
With memorys on window panes...

A writers desktop is full of tears
Papers are built up over the years...

Quaking, everything shaking
Crashing to earth...

And lying under chaos
Is the passion that shows through...

Conected are my thoughts about you
And gathering between the dusk and dawn...

Once a rose,
So delicately hued...

As I walk up the steps
To my world of rhyme...

Princess of the carrousel
A story that we all know to well...

The air so cold, frigid night
Hallow echos, dead of night...