Walking through the park
i hear the music of this fall day...

The trick or treaters are now all home
tucked away in their comfortable beds...

If you could only see
the way my soul lights up...

Looking in your eyes
i don't see much...

Look at the little pig
it just wants what everyone has...

I see you, with her
begging pleading...

Mary had a little toe
it wiggled, when she giggled...

Far away in a land
surrounded by water...

The crimson color
slowly flows...

The daughter looks at the mother
just after a fight...

The strength of one
is another's weakness...

I have often heard
people on trial...