The stained photographs from my dusty album
Remind me of Jacks young old soul...

Love is the freedom of your heart
It is a dream come true...

The avenue of trees
On a beautiful morning...

Darkness
Is my escape to freedom...

The valleys are full with lush,
green, wonders...

The singing birds in the morning
Swallow up time...

The soft green meadows of my childhood
Where heather blossomed and rabbits fed...