Hatred
brewed in evil...

Shades of orange and brown
crash into the breeze...

Watching him struggle
so innocent and young...

Sitting on a branch in a leafy, oak tree.
A burning, white light almost too bright to see...

I see a distant shining light.
Peeking out within the night...

Don't cry angel, your tears are so sweet.
For in Heaven, someday, I promise we'll meet...

Looking into the mirror
terrified at what I see...

My heart is broken
I feel the pain...

Like
hoof prints...

Love
comes in...

I'm always here night or day.
I'm like a psychiatrist, without the pay...

The icy waters of your heart
have become rough with hopes of love...