I hold the stone
close to my mouth
I kiss it ever so soft
I opened my hands
...
If my heart is sightful,
Then why must I have eyes?
If my soul is the only useful
Thing, then why are these hands mine?
...
A gentle embrace,
Such beauty in your face.
A smile,
That makes me able to travel for miles.
...
I stand alone
with my back to the stone
day dreaming of her
under the sun.
...
I loved someone once,
we met in the park
I loved someone once,
her voice sweet as a lark's
...
An angel he is
that word he doth rebel
but no matter how much he despises
he is now and forever an angel
...
It hides in the darkness of the night
it waits for you to look away
before it takes flight
and then it is too late.
...
Listening to the childs song
the tuning fork struck on a prong
the gaurd on the computer is playing pong
but for freedom I long
...
to listen to his voice
would be like an angel
singing above all this white noise
making my tongue become all a tangel
...