As I sit in the dark
i ponder the mysteries of love...
I was born in poverty and abuse
i was dead in compassionate noose...
Dedicated To Madie
I never got to see your face...
I Don't Want To Die:
and These are my fears...
To thee thine sullen eyes
mistaken in your guise...
On the eve of alluring depth
calls to me like a fragrant ghost...
One eye sees into the future
a shadow foretold...
Am i in your head
or am i in your heart...
Its not that i want to die
i just don't want to live...
Heart it races
and the time traces...
Madie In France
can i have this last dance...
So young as he
a boy should be...