I was born,
Happiness flooded my life
The oceans drowned the sorrows
Nothing special, Nothing simple
My mind was fresh clay,
Ready for moulding

Under your wings,
I could fly so high
But high was never high enough
Days became,
For counting...

And the weekends a necessity

The first three members
Of the alphabet family
Became,
For taking

I want to **** you,
Friend
Like a dark and gloomy alleyway
I could take you by surprise,

So confident that I bring to refuge
From the cold harsh and bordom
Where the warm fumes
-will intoxicate you
Into a better reality
For your life,
Means nothing...