My Skin Burns With The Tears Of Forever
Like Molten Lava Making Its Path...

Watch the Play
Over And Over...

As Tears Flee My Eye's
I Slowly Begin To See...

One, Two
It's After You...

A Single Rose Bud If Watered Well
Not Too Much A Little Here And There...

I Thought I could Run
Run Away In This Rain...

She Wants To Be A Ballerina
When She Dances She Creates A Beautful Aura...

How Could The Angels Not See
What Was To Come To Be...