Last night an angel told me to fly… Through where there is no fire. That what has been suffered stays… and in prayers, I never died.

Hanging limp, ratted on a dreadlock line strained, stained;

Some say that romance is too old f… Flowers and Roses no longer exist… Some say it’s not connected to any… Romance has been digitalized But still today,

His voice makes all the difference All it takes is a single word From his lips the word does fall In my heart it is heard His voice soothes me

Drinking stale coffee burning my tongue I wait... and wait... at another dirty train station

It is a perfect path with well-cut… that leads you right along the twi… and tortuous corridors up to the e… or to the silent center of a maze. Here sunlight hardly enters, light…

You bring out the wanderer in me. The walking along the highway in m… The flying my thumb in the wind in… The journey being the adventure in… The walk all night to see your smi…

My old self who’s there Always, Putting me down Yes it’s him That’s dying.

I remember just the small village… Mom and Dad we were so unhappy bu… There was no love and for what rea… I struggled though life confused a… Some say confused and some say smo…