How could they do it?
What did they gain...

Freedom
Not despair...

What is death?
Death is sticky, slimy and nasty...

Wherever I go.
The shadow always follows...

A meaning of life
Warming your heart...

Sitting by the fire.
Hot cocoa in my hands...

The gentle seas,so soft, so calm,
Their beauty is so very strong...

Your tears are like raindrops
Falling from the sky...

Every night I go to bed
After each day I say a prayer...

There are some things in life I won't let go.
of all, a friendship will always stand strong...

The eagle flies over the skies
into the valleys below...

Why do I sit, you wonder
I sit here by myself wondering about life...