Pictures that do not portray;
The ink-less pencil drained...

War, war, go away,
I want go back home again...

Hail like bullets,
Thunder like mortar...

You're my sunshine when the days are dull,
My good when things turn bad...

Who am I,
Without a thought...

Everyone needs a friend,
to love them through the years...

There are these times,
when i break down and cry...

Let me dance in the skies,
Soar on wings of faith...