It has been quite a while
We both know how this goes...

Make me cry with memories
Days long past too far out of reach...

Some days can be easy
not a single tear...

Whenever the wind blows through the valley,
and the cotton is high in the air...

My father once said to me,
"He who makes himself a sheep...

Words so sweet I could not believe
The days that past: memories into the sieve...

I lay on the cold wooden floor,
My bones are tired and weak...

Oh careless love how bitter sweet
Upon the day that we did meet...

Through the willow tree,
I can see the night...

I am the best.
Take everything in my stride...

Boiling till explosion.
Festering within your mind...

"I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone...