I know you want to feel my embrace once more.
I know your heart is hollow since I left you...

I walked miles in the darkness
black like ravens...

Lets get one thing clear
to critique is not to criticize...

In the mountains,
in a far away land...

She sat on the bench letting the breeze flow by,
Her hair swept away like a feather in the sky...

The Land is dark
filled with death...

Old lady Mrs. Maple always did the
right thing...

A petite old women lived in
the country alone...

I have elegance and charm.
I am naturally kind, very gentle...

Way back when,
I was a child...

I was nestled so
comfortably...

Sitting in the dark
with the fan lightly...