In my mind there's a war that I've designed
A battle I fight alone...

His eyes were troubled and tired.
His eyes were dull and dim...

Open mindedness lets me go
Whilst ever I give entrance to those who invade...

Little Alice
Asleep in the snow...

The gale is a blowing
Howling and whispering and singing...

I've gone to war; I'm going to peace
Some things are eerily reminiscent of what came...

Here I am, standing, praying and bowing
To the mercies of the bereft and hollow...

Strumming to the beat of the devil's war drums
Almost exciting, this downward spiral...

Life is such an enigma
What can we possibly compare it to, but to itself...

You may forget the origins of today but it's...
Tomorrow is inconsequential...

The sigh of the sea, never lost on the air
Persistent, and determined to be heard...

Oh, sweet little gypsy girl running with the wind
Delicate grasses are playing in her hair...