A secret kept is a secret death-
Mourning for papers never found...

I'm just trying to be me
nothing more than that...

You hand me books, paper, and pen
I write out goals once again...

Misty shadows crawl over waters
River by river, pouring like liquid...

Back to basics, the heart and mind;
Who the sinner, who the fake...

Oh beautiful Mother, such sweetness in you
Like an angel, your songs of love are true...

The Nearest Exit
This suffocating disease swims undetected...

All the unspoken dignity and pride--
An undercurrent regime...

My fingers slide through the window blinds,
my eyes peer into the waking dawn...

Every dream spoken descends from a star
every wish asked is given away...

When the bed becomes the white knight
Pillow raised against the world...