The only freedom we have is the
unconditional love we have to give
and the painful confessions
we offer to the blank page,
there is no judge
but our conscience
and the earnestness of our hearts.

I.      My misty April dream subsides
           and she's still there.
         A vision with what's real collides;
            a fancy caught me unaware

II.     I dreamt
            of secrets caught in ruby lips
            riddles on her fingertips
        
III.    I wonder
            if I'm one of countless blips
            on her radar full of ships

IV.    I dreamt
            that I am more.

I long to be engulfed
by your warm embrace

Breathe your breath into me
let my heart beat in time
to *yours

I miss someone, a girl I used to know;
Who puts a nose on her smileys
Who dances away her problems
Who reads a dozen of books a day
Who prefers her coffee black
Who always listen to her favorite song

Today, I met a girl;
Who sends smile - less messages
Who keeps her problems inside
Who would smoke countless cigarettes
Who likes to drink coffee every time
Who despise listening to a certain song because it reminds her of somebody

Such a chance
I looked in the mirror
And saw those girls as one