The wind is so warm, as if it was an August day,
Instead of wearing coats, the children are in...

There isn't a cure,
No, there sure as hell isn't a remedy...

I know I hurt you; and all the pain I put you...
in my drinking days...

Justice is blind,
It has been raped...

Whisk of the wind,
Something is about to begin...

I'm a creative mastermind,
Working as if blind...

It's fun and it's games,
Until the years begin to rearrange...

You have felt the heat of the explosions,
The tactile sense of the ricochet...

Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl,
She didn't like him, she didn't even smile...

Crawl along the gutters,
Akin to the worms...

We were inseparable, two peas in a pod,
We shared life and liberty, and our mutual faith...

The garden is all she cared for,
Out there every day weeding away...