*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
my soul has abandoned my body in this dark mase of ungodliness
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
*** Eyes of angels fall on me feelings of despair and hopeless pleas
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and true love
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
The times we’ve swayed as one I’ve cherished every moment
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing
How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing
