Above, and beyond the worlds last end,
There is a place, abandoned, for souls to send...
Sleeping in the middle of a memorial park
Flummoxed by my clay which seems so dark...
I really didn't like how this turned out... I'll...
So nice to have you all today
welcome to my theater of dream...
Masking weakness in human clay.
Breaking the pressure that built the day...
A Flower bed
That is now dead...
'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...
Little miss perfect wondering why
her life became this bad she hopes to die...
Sitting on a cloud above
Sprinkling down on earth the fabrics of true love...
Her lips as red as roses,
her skin as white as snow...
I close my eyes to paint a pictured scene
a view; unfurls and takes my breath a-way...
I almost missed you!
I knew I should have aimed towards your heart...