Through these rainy, painful days,
We will dance through the mesa grass...

I look in the mirror
and what do i see...

You never asked
so I never answered...

I'll love you in silence
and in the middle of the night...

You're the brightest colour crayon
in the box of monochromes and pastels...

On the silent lillac breeze
comes the promise of sweet dreams...

Drowning in an ocean
made of fear and doubt...

She goes to school
learns to read and write...

Dying is a touchy thing
that is exposed when one sees pain...

The queen of nothing has not a heart of gold
but one of cold...

Sang a little song
did a little dance...

Nobody has those beautiful words
not for me, only for her...