She is a child in a woman's body
resenting her mommy...
One day
when I have reached the end of my road...
Thinking of the past
lately it won't stop...
I am counting the leaves on a tree
birds are still singing...
When life strikes
like a thunderball landing on the ground...
The nights seem so long
a clock on the wall is moving slow...
You've picked me up from the ground
brought me joy...
We are living in a dark world
with the master of destruction controlling the...
The road called life
we all have to walk...
Trees are shedding
lifeless leaves...
When I am writing
nothing, much less the outside world...
Being the rebel I once was
my desire to fly across that water...