The happy sounds,
the glittering lights...

When twilight drops her curtain down,
and pins it with a star...

She had hair like the sun, and eyes like the sea.
She was peaceful and calm, as happy as can be...

By the way this poem was written in my S.O.S.E...
Gunfire sounds...

What if life is less then what we thought,
What if life can't be store bought...

I sit here in my memories,
black sunshine running through my hair...

No sleep i can find,
I'm loosing my mind...