People change
Like rustic metal through water...

Journey with a bucket of pins & needles
Journey with a bucket of feelings that meddles...

There are no words...only of emotions.
It is the essence of two hearts devotions...

A gift, shall be given to someone
That you didn't know...

In my heart and mind,
In my heart and mind I saw that dwelling...

Pain is not a small word
it's a sign of sad feelings...

The world's like a flower
Either fallen or grown...

Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring,
the ripening of fruit in the fall...

Black
pupils dilated...

Death die and hatred
are just words i like to say...

I take my empty canvas
And I wash my ready brush...

Why do I cry when I am happy
Why do I fret when I am alone...