I know in my heart
Love is regretful...

A wise man once told me a million times
That friendship is something...

If I could remember time
When all the poems had to rhyme...

When my world's consumed in darkness
Shouldn't I just close my eyes...

There was a small girl
Who lived in a forest...

I see the girls
And the boys...

My care
My worry...

Of tales of love and hope
There is not one that I have favored...

The silent voice
The chosen choice...

As the delirious game passes by
The pieces move forward only an inch...

Futile is my trials
I've traveled too many miles...

Amid the trees of autumn's fall
The blazing red of fire's wall...