Who could believe that within such a flower ...
there could be such danger...

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be a star...

Birth is a beginning and death a destination
And life is a journey from childhood to...

The old man turned to me and asked
How many friends have you...

I looked at the stars so bright,
as I silently cursed the night...

If I can endure for this minute
Whatever is happening to me...