The green-eyed boy waits alone
waiting for what we may never know...

They sit
alone in the park...

I keep a box under my bed
that's filled with thoughts all from my head...

Now daddy you're not there for me
I don't know what to do...

Maggie had the best of days
though it's all lost in a haze...

To A Certain Someone,
My hope will never die...

My wings they never fail me
I always soar up high...

Flowers all around me
the colors have such contrast...

There's a cut I cannot see
it stings and burns...

Webs are woven
lies are told...

This fear growing inside me
of losing friends...

Death
no one knows what it's like...