I can hear the birds singing
I can hear your sweet whisper
On a cool summer day
Your on my mind
Today is a breath of fresh air
I can hear your sweet whisper
       In my ear

Suddenly we see
At the corners of our eyes
The cost of our love

Escape from reality
Dream along the way
Drape your emotions
Stream from the heart
Allow yourself to be free
React on instinct
Track emotional stability
Dream, dream,dream

Immerse yourself within the universe
Include peaceful thoughts
Glance at the evening sky
Advance what’s on your mind
Grey skies filled with a calm
             Atmosphere
Starry night sends a signal of love
Glitter swirling around
Far, far away millions of miles away
Stars come out to stay
Soon it will be a full moon
Grey skies with a few clouds around
Rain falling, all afternoon
Grey skies, grey skies
Pour out yesterday
For today will be better
Grey skies

His words, like honey, stick to me,
Soft and sweet,
He melts my heart into a puddle at his feet.
Each phrase he speaks, a tender, warm glow is formed,
This glow ignites my soul into a gentle swarm.

Calmness is a breeze that can surround our sins for if we lose we surely won't win. As death finds it's own formidable path I shall weep not laugh. When time moves so fast one day my future will be a distant past. While we ride the  storms of indecisions what makes us wise is the experiences in our lives and the choices we make. Each morning I use to wake up and look out my window to see the sunrise while gazing at a solement sky. As I thought to myself what will I see when I die. The tides will turn woe be the hearts of every woman, man and child so please lord. Let it be replaced with just love.

In loving memory of those great war souls. Who chose no hidden goals who fought for no silver, jewels or gold with deadly stories to be told. To our young allies who risked there lives against those who blocked out the skies. In the dead of the night as it turned to daylight. May peace be with us in our hour of need to stem our enemies greed. While heads of states turn to brass it's tough to forget our past. With family names written on wooden benches. As battle worn trenches hide bones of the buried. So the living can stay alive watching there sons and daughters grow up to get married. So don't hurry your dreams in conquest or loss for our great world is full of hope. With no names on there graves. Just remember those brave lost souls.

If you leave me right now,                                                             ­                                 
                               ­                                                                 ­                  
there will be no going
back                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                   
So, don't think that
somehow,                                                         ­                     
                                           ­                                                                 ­            
it will be as simple as
that                                                             ­                           
                                                                ­                                                        
I'll have to harden my
  heart                                                         ­                         
                                       ­                                                                 ­              
and be stone cold to
you                                                              ­                    
                                            ­                                                              
  because once we're
apart,                                                           ­                                         
                       ­                                                                 ­                                
  I am going to be
through                                                          ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­         
I will have to move past,                                                            ­            
                                                                ­                                                    
all the lies that you told                                                             ­                     
                                                                ­                                                  
and to face up at last that,                                                            ­                      
                                          ­                                                                 ­             
I loved you heart and soul                                                             ­                                                                 ­      
  I can feel the distance,                                                        ­                      
                                          ­                                                                
­  between us even
now,                                                             ­                                 
                                                                ­                                                    
so, don't think persistence                                                      ­                                              
                                                                ­                                                  
will turn this back around                                                           ­                         
                                                                ­                                                  
  I'm moving out and moving
up                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­                                          
  and I am going to do
me                                                               ­                       
                                                                ­                                                        
  I won't string you along,                                                           ­               
                                                                ­                                                    
  or mourn you endlessly                                                        ­                    
                                            ­                                                                 ­   
  From the look on your
face,                                                            ­                        
                                                                ­                                                 
 you wanted to see me
cry                                                              ­                                      
                                                                ­                                                  
but your love will leave no
trace                                                            ­                        
  I guess this is good-bye

All the pressures of
perfection,                                                      ­                      
                                                                ­                                                
obstacles in all
directions,                                                      ­                                
                                                                 ­                                                      
  can wear down a practiced
smile,                                                           ­                                 
                               ­                                                                 ­                      
like chocking on acidic
bile                                                             ­                                 
                               ­                                                                 ­              
Cracked face on a porcelain
doll,                                                            ­                                            
                    ­                                                                 ­                                   
treat it like a surface
flaw                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                     
All the makeup and the facades                                                          ­    
                                                                ­                                                        
help to quell the stormy
squalls                                                          ­                                   
                                                                ­                                                    
So, she stays in the direction                                                        ­                  
                                                                ­                                              
of trying to perfect perfection