You say you’re a friend,
but you’re not...

In my mind I've often thought,
Would I ever find that friend I've always sought...

My mother has taught me many things,
To be kind to all others, see the joy that it...

My love is a flower,
to be gazed upon, not picked...

What could stop my pain?
Pieces of my soul that fall like rain...

I've found the other half of my heart,
it cried so much for its missing part...

A flower grows in the dark,
loneliness has left its mark...

It was just another day,
I was at school to learn and play...

I watch you lie there,
with your intense gaze upon me...

Life sits at at a stand-still,
the broken record will not stop...

Would you like to get to know me?
Well just look around...