Rendezvous with a stereotypical stranger
hats off to you sir, wearing and tearing, BC to AD...

Excuse me this excuse
while I baffle most of you, I should do...

This night i heard a promise
The voice that speaks within...

A joy to see these damaged hands
for they show me my truth...

The rose that grew from concrete
Despite of true born grief...

Weep my dear, for it will be your saviour
i'll fight for your corner, please take this last...

Offer me my soul, and sell me my rights
I'd like not to be free, of torturous shame...

Happy Birthday... my long lost chum...
If it so, your birthday? then the beat'd just...

Please take this grain of sand
It's from my desert on the moon...

Narnia it is, she says
with a bottle of fizz...

Concealed in a world so proud
Reflections I could never see...

I don't want to hear your story
It's the same old death and glory...