He placed in my hands a single red rose
You are my heart,my dreams, my soul...

The Rustle Of Dying Dreams
Scarlet and gold...

Armed and dangerous
They roam the streets...

No sad goodbye
With tear filled eyes...

Let your mind flow free
escape to unreality...

My heart longs to touch you
In the middle of the night...

The heat of the summer, gone without a word
The fall is here in crimson and gold...

She walked cautiously and carefully
Into the forbidden land...

Body language, speaking silently
But loudly to the one who observes...

Dear God,
If I could ask one favor...

She walked quietly along the road
Covered with red clay and stones...

I ask myself one day
As I pondered about life...