Alone is to be as one,
to be apart is two...

Down on Grandma's Farm:
Part 3...

While in school when I was young
I always sat alone...

Past deceit, lies and sins linger
with bones in my closet...

Together and in unison
just like an oceans wave...

I actually was able to stop another person that...
So before you go...

Pieces of him fell about
as the fighting raged...

Neither is the glass
have empty nor half filled...

Steel wheels on twin tracks
as straight as one perceives...

Hurt has two paths to follow,
In or Out of you...

Behold a love
one for the ages...

There never is a question Why
to fights my obligation...