`I know the real you
I formed you in my image...

Finally it slips from one eye to the other
kind of assuring me that I will always be together...

Easily seen in my eyes is the glaze
When on your perfect face I gaze...

On that day in August
I received an august visitor...

I can see him at the far-away table
With those of his kind and nature...

I had stopped being confused,
Re-accepting my Saviour and his light...

Yearning for the years off
I wait for it to come someday...

It is true that I love you
Yes, I know I love you...

I need it bad
Something just out of my horizon...

I can`t imagine how it feels
to have your intestines ripped out of you...