The sadness will be over soon
And the darkness will be gone...

I dream of a place
where no roads end...

The room,
Inside my head...

Through high seas
And stormy wheather...

In the early morning
haze...

I miss the way you'd wink at me,
and the way you'd always see...

I saw you turn and
leave followed the sound...

Billowing smoke and people
diving, flying, departing...

The sound of your voice,
a dull echo through the...

Soliders, we will
never know who...

When I am beautiful
I will be 5 foot 7...

That day in may, mischievously you
hid at the bottom of the garden to escape...