This pain is new to me
In my chest it erupts...

The gently tapered wings of swift lake swallows...
through the air like soft whispering sighs, while...

Imprisoned by restrictions
My spirit in peril...

She deals slyly with bravado and ease of skill
While enhancing her virtues through drink or pill...

I'm grateful for the silent time
To think and make a plan...

A sparkling Christmas tree is just a tree for...
Decorations cast no magic, only conceal...

They stared across the tableâ??minds...
And one could tell they\'d grown accustomed to...

You and I are old souls, young at heart.
You and I have a will that writes our dreams...

When I escape my mind
I find myself in a box...