Balls bounce, bounce, bounce,
to every corner, every wall...

May days are numbered.
the freedom of joy is coming to an end...

I sit as the audience,
in the far back...

The rain pores,
beats the bare sealing...

How sear you call me normal!
yuk, what'o disgusting thing...

The waves are angered.
the thunder have struck...

Scattered in a pumpkin farm,
big and round, complete in bright orange...

She stands in the freezing frost.
condoled herself up with blankets and coats...

I helped you.
I got you on your feet and about...

Death is so beautiful.
she wrinkles in purple, red and yellow...

Come you all, come you all,
to the bright riped waters...

Such a long wait,
for that special one to come...