A proud, brave man, Freedom is his name,
on his knees atop the mountain plateau...

If I could have one more day with you,
Mother dear, to sit beside your chair...

Temptations blowing in the wind,
offerings from invisible entities...

Racism is alive and well.
Racist have earned their place in hell...

Laying under a generous mulberry tree
watching the breeze caress each leaf...

Hands so strong, yet so soft, a delicate touch
touch me, arouse the desire hidden deep within...

One day you will come lay with me
upon the pedestal created for our love...

Fairy dust flying everywhere you look,
proof that Melody Ann was here...

Surrender of a
soul to indifference...

Let's pack up all our things,
hit the road, see what life brings...

Apathy, a vacant stare, confusion in sad eyes,
plaques and tangles in the brain...

No more tears,
only smiles shall grace...