Such a young lad, whom was caught in the path of...
A journey so long, a life so young and new...
It struck thunder beneath waves,
Splashed disgrace upon my brow...
This is the second part to Sweet Amy Was Told...
Golden blonde hair pulled into a tight bun...
Listening to my nervousness
"I'm comfortable staying backstage"...
a theological eclogue on the subject of *nihilism
Marque...
Somehow we survive
bombshells coming at us...
Eyes distant as the Moon skin as pale and...
Someone's Daughter...
He flies
his tattered kite...
There was a very cautious man,
he never laughed or played...
Sue grew up in a normal home,
Green lawn, white picket fence...
A hundred photos on the wall,
each the best of memories...
I know my parents would never understand
All these scars I hide under this wristband...