The pen flows
when you touch it upon paper...

Can you hear it,
a monstrous cannon after the blackest of skies is...

I am an eyewitness to the ways of man;
I am the struggle...

I have a place
sort of like a room...

Dutch
Holland...

What is love,
is it as beautiful as a full moon...

If I could-
I'd jump on a shooting star...

All I can think of is you;
us being together, those late nights when we'd...

I dream out loud,
wherever dreams are allowed...

Here lies Dave,
Whom went exploring in a cave...

Lonely, I wander,
a cloud floating over a valley...

My first love;
Everything about you, I love...