Every time I hear your name,
I have a feeling I can't explain...

Life
Is short...

I can now feel it alive,
Starting with the indications, vital signs...

I can still hear them whispering,
Everyone thinks I'm paranoid...

Pounding drums,
are echoed around...

I know that heaven exists
Will I make it there...

Hypnotizing those in its presence,
Not one that is identical...

There once was a rat terrier by the name of Jack,
Who had a possession of knowledge he would never...

Once there lived twelve Apostles,
Who cowered and hid from the world...

Warm sun,
Wakes from slumber...

Pitter patter pat,
Wet droplets knock on rooftops...

You deeply yearn just for a night,
To have reality vanish...