The year 2001 day eleven
Fair New York in September...
I brought my mother some chocolates,
I brought her some flowers...
An imagined expression in bosom
A beginning step of adult gender...
There was once a nation
Happiness was its creation...
This is not for me or about me it is for a friend...
Nessa...
Her face shines through the crowd
Like a beacon of sorrow...
As the days draw closer
Hours draw closer...
Fire in my lungs await the cold air to blow,
Earth in my heart longs to glow in auburn...
I am sitting here doing what i like,
And with the team i love...
What do i do,
oh no...
Starlight ripples your smile
eclipse the sun...
On the eighteenth year,
When your world is perfect...