My Queen stands a mare 4ft 11.5inch tall
And yet she picks stars from the skies for me...

My spirit is weak
My soul is weary...

Locked away now for so long
By my anger, lust and greed...

I was dieing but the thought of you,
Breathe life back into me...

The man dwelling on sense objects develops...
Chapter: 11, verse; 62,63...

Strange these feelings I'm feeling
Strange are these days that are passing...

On the bikes we peddled for awhile
Then I spoke and you returned a smile...

Where I wasn't suppose to be,
Is where I ended up you see...

I fell to fast,
I fell to hard...

We share not the same blood
Nor do we share the same home...

So you want me to fill your box
Well that's no small task I'm guessing...

Somehow you always know how I'm feeling
You can always tell the mood I'm in...