A poets dream is to paint a picture,
Capturing the world around...

He sits alone,
Sipping his tea and staring passed the rims of his...

Our goals in life differ from person to person,
It depends on what we believe...

Welcome Welcome, please take a seat
Your all here to meet God today...

Beauty comes and Beauty goes,
Through veins and blood Beauty flows...

I was only eight at the time
So young to hear such news...

There was a boy who had a dream
He wished that he could fly...

My son would always wear long tops
And put a hood over his head...

The Guitar Man sits on the street
Playing a solemn song...

So twinkling and so bright, my favourite sight...
So soft and so smooth, no dents or grooves - Your...

You plucked your guitar till your fingers weeped,
Your music pushed boundries and slowly the rewards...

I knew it was true when our lips met,
Loving you will never be a regret...