She's young and soft and kind And she deserves a whole lot better Than a guitar picking drifter Who never gave a damn And if loving me is all she ever
Translation: Sergio Denis. Poem For My Son.
Translation: Jonathan Butler. Poems For You My Love.
Translation: Rogers, Kenny. A Poem For My Little Lady.
The dying leaves soundlessly fall The withering trees whisper of winter dreams Thus... she shamelessly unveils herself The silence is forever broken
(Instrumental)
Autumn hath awakened her children I am the raging storm and gentle breeze I am the glistening stream and earthen soil I am the rain and the ever darkening
A gathering of tears Embrace the divine tragedy A chorus of saddened spirits Echoing silently... forever Autumn hath awakened her children
: typically I've been waiting when I had it I gave it away certainly I could keep it I don't need it unless you're here can you come for me can you
: I stayed awake for fourteen days, and then I slept a week. Why do I do this to myself? I drank out on your fire escape until I couldn't speak. Why