Why is the music better?
My life before...

The touch of safety
The comfort of you...

A leaf does slip off a tree
And silently falls down...

Brought together; circumstances beyond control
In the distance; forms a circle...

A change
Of the heart...

I see the lights
There up ahead...

I spoke to the lady
My own problems too...

Walking towards the
Entrance of a mall I know...

She hides alone beneath the bed
Her tears fall; nothing said...

Where is the justice?
A poem for Tina...

Memories of a sexually abused child
A small girl lay on her bed...

A life full of thoughts; horrid
A life of misery; torrid...