Looking into your deep,
Ever so hallow eyes...

I have a dream
That I will always make you smile...

Hello God, are You there?
Right now Your appearance seems rare...

My Lord is Jesus Christ
Who knows when I'm naughty and nice...

Ta get ta the top is my will
I've climbed so high now I feel ill...

I walk alone in my garden of sorrow
I walk yesterday, today, tomorrow...

Thanksgiving Day
Filled with pain and sorrow...

Golden raise
Shown off your hair so light...

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
'tis hard to comprehend true beauty...

Words of the land
Is not the speaking of the land itself...

I know I don't always say it
May seem like I always take things you do for...

Cuts down through her wrists,
The blood flows ever softly...