In times like these when the world disappears...
............trapping us into our hopes and our...

Grazing in a pasture above the loch
and looking over the valley...

This feels so wrong, its all so bad
but yet it feels good, feeling sad...

I love the way that you look at me
Golden and serene...

Would you have me fall to the ground
and dwell forever beneath it...

The suns bright rays fall upon your roses
cold to the touch, and cold to the troubled eye...