Love
Her gentile touch upon my hand...

I feel the beat of the drum again
My heart thumping in sequence with her steps...

The revolution of time
Is nothing more than wasted uncertainly...

I have sub comb to destruction
I have given away...

This Life
My Life...

I can feel her loving hand
Slide across my face...

Deep in the hearts soul of all humanity
Rages a crimson river of LUST...

A flame kindles in the hearts of all humanity
When seldom an image of something...