We must fight this endless battle,
it which I know I'll never win...

A girl with lots of spirit,
but a secret...

A little baby,
on a porch...

Who could be,
the one you see...

Only a child,
sitting on the stairs...

6 2 tall built man,
dragging a bag...

One small jar,
with one small soul...

Night would fall,
I'd smile at daddy...

I'm not a spell maker.
All the spells I cast...

This feeling of your lips,
as they touch mine...

This cold, blank night,
In existence...

The window,
So foggy...