A cry for help
Is like a quiet whisper in the night...

I know I am not the first person you have ever...
And yet, I might not be your last...

My mind yearning
Chasing the craving...

Lightning don't strike
In the same place twice...

Acorns laying scattered around
Conkers a deep rustic brown...

I am here
I am there...

I watch you sleep
Lying next to me...

Guilty
Two life Sentences...

On that fateful day
It was horrible to say...

You are the balm
To my wandering soul...

Day is drawing to a close
The ghostly whispers starts to flow...

The animals cowers
In their burrows...