There I was on a chilly but fiery meadow
With the sun and a girl singing a mellow...

We drink beer! Beer! Beer!
It comes from the heavens as angel tears...

I'm a Fine Arts student in room one-o-three
A uniform, some chairs, a table and me...

People, people, such wonderful creatures
And each person with unique features...

Her hair explodes into a calming gentle pattern
By a gust of mother nature's sweet breath...

A shelve filled with bottles of ten
In a room with a pouring squinny dawn...

The shadow is the sign of death
Because it feels like my happiness will creep...

What we are meant to be?
Is to see the sweetest joy of you and me...

I feel happy when I see you
I am also happy when you see me too...

Think before you speak
Or you might hear a leak...

I know I am real,
Because I have spirit and love...

Happy moments, memories, and flashbacks,
It is all I have to picture in my backpack...