I remember Christmas with overflowing apples,
butterflies in stomach...

I know your own doubts have misled you
To think that you are a nobody...

Mama always say smile to visitors
I'm quite accustomed to that...

You came home that day
With three little baskets...

You are not water,
maybe one day when your bed turns cold...

When your soft lips brush against mine, it's like...
It's a moment that always takes my breath away...

Playing Sherlock, one day in his crazy life
He decided to deduce, deduce, deduce...

Of the many wars I face
The hardest of them all...

The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink...

War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...

Every single time the pen
scratches its tip against the paper...

There was once a purple pig
Little puddles it did dig...