When you are born,
your canvas is bare...

I have often wished
I was trapped in a tower...

Hearts are meant to be broken,
No one knows why...

There I stood,
entranced in the mirror...

The stars are friends,
Beautiful dear friends of mine...

The time has come,
You’ll be physically here...

Sparkling eyes,
Oh those baby blues...

It’s beautiful here,
And I am now free...

I’ve started this journey,
not knowing where to go...

To my Deans
I see you in him...

I turn on my music,
And I start to breath...

Three little bubbles,
And salt against my lips...