What is so wrong with my life?
That makes me feel this way...

You are the light
At the end of the tunnel...

On a warm Saturday night
You quickly give me a kiss...

On this pitch black night
A shrieking cry is heard...

Faces of many kinds
Lay scattered across the pages...

In a weeks time
Will be the end...

As the stream runs by
It splashes and shines with grace...

As I sat there that day
All my fears were on the mind...

The stunning flower
Sways lightly in the sweet breeze...

Every time we talk about this
One of ends up...

As I stare
At the lady...

Why do people kill?
Why do they abuse...