(2002)
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams
Blind *** Your pose conceals the dark desire
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
You **** The evening light traces the silhouette
darkness holds the wraith that waits for me where
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet