How can a bracelet so pretty and fine,
Hide a terrible secret underneath that lies...

Beautiful as a nightingale she wishes to be,
With long flowing curls and crystal blue eyes...

Reading your words written on paper,
Brings a tear to my eye I can’t disguise...

Chronically held blood,
The eyes that bleed...

F the world it’s to broken,
To understand many of words left unspoken...

Apple trees,
And bussing bees...

As all the days of my life go by,
Each one darker and colder than the last...

I see you standing there,
About to walk away...

Goodnight my pretty,
Love it swine's...

You are my best friend,
When I need you the most...

It started out something so small,
And grew into a love so deep...

You are my rock,
The sunshine of my life...