For my night have grown dry ,
My lips turns into shiver
Tears unto ice ,
For my nights have grown dry

This is my ember , words in replay
Worlds untwined , unwittingly remorse

For my nights grown dry
The peculiarities of my dreams drown into nightmares , the world i once knew, now tainted...

Mama for once I sought not to seek your wrath , but I seek mercy within the eyes ,
For odd years have swept , neither we nor I become of strangers.
Mama I seek for solace , at the arms of a traitor , he sees me as as forsaken , weakened , at the mercy of men.
I plead we take , heart to what  was once us, to  what brought Union. When comes tumbling we stand as pillars

Id sing  you  an old kumbaya,
I’d sing you these  praises , id kiss you  so tender with lips that sense  of honey , as you endure my  warmth ,  I promise  with every ache and tense,  Its written in vows.
ll  harbor us ,as we sale the  shores , it’s twilight  . !its my oath ,we are two at heart  Let  rekindle to what was lost , ,I’ve craved you now and then , beneath those delicate thighs, your warmth is my torment  . Our sacred is youthful, our pledge is rarer,our  little heaven,  ignites desires,  beyond  depth  beyond  love, For what I devote ,is what you ardor. Tonight the  stars  will grief with envy..

Passion ignited!
When lust becomes ache ,
When two become one ,
When tender feels intertwined,
It’s blooming right in mid September

she I’ll  weep , nor  her days are later
Weep,  when all is bruised ,she prevail’s.
When shadows,  are cast  she’s is a beacon to her light . Soaked in tears , wash her , cleanse her, let her weep.
What will be come of her , when life becomes  sour , consolidated with  fear , let her weep. Her lover is  buried ,her mother is  weary , will she’ weep?
When all is scared  she is a slave  to her ache  , let her weep

I saw papa chase the rain, he stained as he bathed his agony.  he soaked bitterly , in the midst of willingness.

I saw papa weep with despair , his demons were weary , so he sunken in worries.
His clarity , his dignity for once would be restore. with pale bare foot , as he danced its a slithery odd night  .

Papa yelled In tears , as he scorned his honor , as  tapped in mounts out of  worries, as it  drizzled out the  rain, he cried!  “ sing me my little dance my little spate  ,as this wise-less age,  Send me a glory , pray me for truce.

I saw papa chase the rain.

With grief I am with defiant ,intuitional  in fire  ,
Death her love , cure her loneliness.
Beside my petal  my roses , red to blue  October.
Me and us  in summer,
      

, mama cries her eyes  its noting like her stars
Her sparkle  once stolen. grief, when I was  defiant .My little blue nights  with tense of passion.the warmth of  kisses , it’s thus little frosty lies.
  
With grief I am defiant ,intense sophisticated, my raw raged lover