My father
A hard- working man...

Take me by the hand
No worries, my friend...

A fast mooving train
Goes faster each minute...

Look at that witch
Flying on her broomstick...

I walk through the lake of dreams,
Beneath the twinkling stars of hope...

Sitting on this wooden chair,
Anxious, nervous, and scared...

I have made many mistakes
But this one crime is to be disgraced...

Where was I on that sunny day?
I must have been lead astray...

A whisper is known as a butterfly's kiss,
A buzz of a bee is nothing like that...

There once was a sounds,
Not just any sound...

A dark shadow has come
Over the house I live in...

A favorite place
you roam in your sleep...