Cold Tuesday night, as I lay down the bed.
Feelings run down the memory lane...

Unsure as he looked into my eyes yearning to know...
Driving me close into the sweet nothings of the...

Down the lane as i gaze at my own thoughts,
how can life be so mundane...

Peace is hard to build, but easy to destroy.
But when it reigns, you cease to cry...

Life is mostly froth and bubble.
Two things stand like stone...

Eyes so deep, the heart so clear,
You're loving nature o' my dear...

I am
a prisoner-of-wars...

Tavern of passion drapped dreams,
A pure feel, pure cooperation as it seems...

Dear society
of irrational animals...

Unfathomable sorrow.
For the pain and the anguish that we borrow...