A simple soul feels
The caress of each small touch,
Basking in the myth
Of pleasure, trying to see
The future, blue skies and life.
A simple soul feels
The caress of each small touch,
Basking in the myth
Of pleasure, trying to see
The future, blue skies and life.
Dreaming of another time,
Innocent lies smother the smell of deceit,
Sadness slowly seeps into a reflection,
Cowering, frightened
Of the inevitable,
Vivid images penetrate an otherwise
Enviable task of finding the
Reality of my tomorrow