As I walk down the beach with a smile on my face...
all my thought's become something lost in time and...

Put it on
cover it up...

Heart throbbing head aching could have sworn I was...
sleepless nights non consoling dreams...

Whispered on the wind lulled by time and space...
Thought a waste...

Well I guess you know what they say when life...
never a bad idea to keep pen and paper with you in...

In the night all alone
searching for familiar...

Little drummer boy keep the beat
tap the drum to the soldiers feet...

Golden honey, the deepest of blue skies
within yellow sunsets are spun web like lies...

But a simple word to crush so many hearts
but a simple dream with a simple gesture starts...

Life is seldom funny
its like the tears and runny lines on paper drawn...

Carved upon a glassy surface until it shown...
totally bewitched by grief day upon endless day...

The sun was high within the sky when she fell
oh how she fell when she fell...