As I lay here dying
Struggling to breathe this polluted air...

Morning brings the pale blue sky
With it the fresh morning dew...

Flower in her hair
entrancing smile upon her face...

Innocent & pure
Heart of gold...

Let me tell you a story
About a family just down the road...

*written for my friend who had so much more to...
I remember the day before...

I walk down the stone steps
Through the rusty gates...

There are two types of beauty
One is black, the other white...

The blood flows upon
My cut and broken skin...

Tell me now
Why this tears me apart...

Shes losing her way
shes falling behind...

I take off my clothes
And in the shower I go...