I am a broken spirit,
Within a hollow shell...

Can you see me?
In your eyes...

A flurry of golden hay,
Falls to the ground...

you always said
I was most beautiful...

Although she enjoyed the dance,
With The Wiz up in the lights...

The moon is full,
The music beats...

God created mothers,
To show us the true meaning of love...

Dreams
Vivid images that play through your mind while you...

I have emerged.
Taken by the very essence of reality and thrown...

Reaching so far,
Touching nothing...

In the beginning,
A series of quick glances...

Can you hear it?
That flow of pure bliss...