My Achilles heel is itching
but I find it so enriching...

Dreamed of ladies
all beautiful...

On my Lord is a stigma
placed there by an enigma...

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit
'Everything changes, but nothing is truly...

"Nothing changes if nothing changes,"
the light and darkness just rearranges...

Once there was a lass I thought I wouldn't miss
when I decided to steal from her a wee kiss...

Lord I know I am not worthy at all
I am a sinner through and through...

If there's one thing I can identify
it would be a contrite heart...

I long to slumber and dream of
a beautiful long lost love...

Winter is the season that reminds me
of old before the news...

I was born in August
though she was born in June...

Back in my younger years
I recall the new girl...