You begin to flow my way
i begin to feel your chill...

A mother or a mom
makes a difference...

Today we lost a friend
god knew it was his time...

I sit and stare at you
your piercing eyes...

Your body has grown
your beard is the same...

You were so cute
so orange...

I sit here and wounder
what am i in this for if all we do is argue...

Love is.... to me
a connection never lost...

I know its over
ad thats okay...

At last i feel so free
i was able to explain to thee...

I cant help but get this feelin
This Feelin of surrender...

Fase it
were ment to be...