Father and Mother
Keep your secrets...

I was strolling through the garden
of a house made of crystal...

Two blondes walk into a bar with a cookie monster...

Cold as winter,
strong as stone...

Every night when I hold you
the world just seems so right...

Life is all about @$$, youre either:
covering it...

See me
the person i was...

His voice is soft
It ripples the air...

In my dreams she holds me still
Angel, beloved, Mother...

I saw him again today
its hard to believe...

Only night saw me cry
because of what i've seen...

I fall, content
In his arms...