The old poet at the desk,
Had sat there 80 years...

I turned around,
There was a sound...

The sea groaning,
The sound of the rain...

A simple life,
Is a easy life...

Friends are are always meant to be,
There for each other for history...

Children are full of fun and play,
Adults simply work all day...

My life is crying out in pain,
For once to be recognized again...

Beautiful stars, waiting to be found,
Beautiful music, and beautiful sound...

L ife is pretty, as nice as can be.
I nformation, very wise of thee...

Everyone one can see,
Through my soul...

Life is something,
Hanging in the air...

Longness waiting,
Round the corner...