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

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

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

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

The avenue of trees
On a beautiful morning...

Darkness
Is my escape to freedom...

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