A pen, a pad, an open view
A dream, a wish, a thought or two...

He picked up the present from under the tree
Red & gold with ribbons of green...

I did my crying yesterday
Got rid of all that pain...

I dont care if you rate me
I write for pleasure not praise...

Theres a very special man
that roams among these pages...

I dont know what I did
In this life or the last...

Can you give me what I want
Said the woman to the man...

Like an angry serpent sent from hell
The forked tongues commanded the sky...

Youll find me where the sun shines
Where the breeze is coloured blue...

At one point in this life
I thought id like to be a wife...

Table for one with a lonely seat
No one to talk to, no one to meet...

Air is for breathing Hands are for shaking
Time is for giving the Friends we are making...