That boy you see out on the street
isn't just another male...

Silence surrounds me,
I strain to hear...

I lay hear in the dark....
listening intently to the sound of your heart...

A thing exists, its called The Dream Line,
there are ten guys sitting there...

The main number of wonders is seven, this I know.
But one more is also present, One I try not...

Why can't it be?
Why can't they see...

Every now and then,
my friends say to me...

Why is this world fully
covered in hate...

This face of mine recoils and hides,
among the many fakes and lies...

Breath of wind, droplet of rain;
Purity they do contain...

Three little unborn angels.....
they had no chance to live...

Carnations of the deepest red,
and roses in light pink...