The Empress Of My Heart
If I wait by the well of water,
Then I could stand till the end of time.
For we are passed the age
When maidens go out at evening time to draw water,
But I am persuaded by the new millennium,
Rendezvous at big-trendy-crunchy places
With the loft of Kilimanjaro.
Surely, she abhors her man riding on a camel
He is wanted inside the cushion of modern exotics
Her high and pitcherless shoulder
Nothing to lay down to quench my thirsty soul
Yet, her name is Rebecca.
Obscurely I might empty my treasure into her bare hands.
Once a nervous man,
All For You
When I smile, it's all for you.
The laugh that I laugh,
The cry that I cry;
The song that I sing,
The dream that I dream,
The tomorrow I wish for;
The life I breathe in,
The air I let out,
The pain that I feel,
All is for you.