Your beauty steers me
down a steady stream...

A dream to be free.
A dream of pride...

A Woman,
Nothing stands taller, greater, or prouder...

We ask why too much
stop asking questions...

Broken Poet,
dry ink, split hand...

Drink a material stream,
your selling your soul...

Tie a baby in a rope of sanctuary,
will it grow...

To you I'm devoted,
I oath to truth...

Is silence loud,
maybe actions are louder than words...

One Kiss, shivering
Two Kisses, weak knees...

The wind moves us,
in a smooth motion...

What is it to you? who I love...
Why does it even matter...