she was beautiful, fine like a champagne
she was taken , taken by the fourth kind
hair was thick , thick like a bamboo skin
how am i supposed to explain more about you
you were a painting an art that was on the wall
were i first laid my eyes on you....

my windows clean i m out to see
a whispering life i want to live
you walk aside beside of me ..
i looked into the moment
moment of your iris
i felt a sparkle , all across your eyes
i dreamed , always of it on a full moon sky.
whats till the end of it
how we ganna call it the end
is that the ending we look to end it all ..

some stories are fake
most of them pale
my thoughts of dreams
intend to be of true
when people makes us follow them
we loose strength..
when people starts to follow us we feel more than something we thrive for
make your self more than something that you know of and hold on to that feeling called power , none the less its like walking into the fire ...

when just you look into fate
faith i expressed
when time is nothing but waste
wasted on my precious
till dawn and day  

lights will shine in its darkest way
life will make us part ways
we will try to improvise ...