Happy Birthday to you dear, though there is no...
We don't have the party hats, presents to take...
It's getting colder without you here,
Inside this is killing me...
It was an ordinary day
I woke up an ordinary way...
She walked quietly along the road
Covered with red clay and stones...
He was taken away so soon
A poor baby, only 1 month old...
She had a loving heart
That just couldn't be broken...
Darkened corner beyond caged doors,
Flickering candles searching for peace...
Being Blind
its hard to be blind...
Far away from your sight
So far away, into the night...
If there were words to express how I miss you
the story would go on and on...
My fingers tremble
My face is pale...
Along with the ink
That drips within my fingers...