I say I miss you
I say I want to be with you...
(The Ultimate Poem!)
The trees...
Will it ever start
My mind has built one haze...
Lead me love
I'm waiting for you to bud...
Oh you, what do I owe you?
I owe you everything I know, my heart, my brain...
There are so many lost
So many going into the fire...
Keep soaking all the clothes
The tables are empty...
I tried to in the mirror
To do all of the things for me...
Silver is a way to love your neighbor & green...
Gold are the sun rays on your carpet that is on...
I'm not growing up I'm just growing old |
The future is unforgettable. |
Train owners in the 1800s were very bad people so that they could get much coal every Christmas. |