In the gardenof life's forking paths,I build the cobwebofmy dreams.
At dusk your ghoststill visits me,in the place wheremy heart used to be.Now I live in the sea,but it is fire thatdevours me...
Winding paths of fate,My inner voice is my guide;Love's my northern star.
The sky full of stars;the night is calling my name.Stardust in my veins.
I see you shiningon the dark side of our life.Two worlds colliding.
If you want to be an oak,think like an oak,not like an acorn.
Freshly ground coffee,love wafts in the morning air. Is it here to stay?