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Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and the village was still
The only sound heard was the harsh winter chill
Children were dreaming of the morning to come
Window to my soul
You shine your rays of brightness through the window of my soul
Banish any darkness a feeling of control
The day you walked into my life is the day my life begun
Blinded by the light
Walking down the halls of silence
Broken by your immaculate scream
The trust I had not recognised
Living in this dream
I won’t live in yesterday
Our world I don’t recognise
Blue Moon
As the day departs and the night sets in
Thoughts of you they do begin
I've walked a thousand miles under cloud of day
Yet our blue moon fades them to grey
Your heart and mine entwine with bliss
Floral Child
Individual yet isolated summer beauty in Autumn sun
Petals shine through an auburn army the solitary one
Mind of a Lapdancer
One night to remember, one touch or gentle kiss
Slipping into a empty chasm, an addictiveness abyss
Remove yourself from reality, let the feelings flow
Our Star
You own the right to hold me
Light our star so brightly
Let it sail across the night sky
Blazing a trail as it passes us by
Together we will walk through life as one
Blue Sky Down
Now and again I still walk down
The broken streets of this old town
Thinking about the times we shared
Wondering if you even cared
Faces in the clouds come and go
Blue skies tell me so
Fallen Star
Let me try and soften the blow
With what I’m about to say
Emotional damage was easy for you
That was just your way
Caught up in our war of words
A battlefield lies between our souls
Cut like a knife
Your ghost still walks the carpet
Your smell still fills the room
Yet you are gone and I remain
The house we once shared
Is now free from pain
Though I hang here until the lease expires
Blood Rose
A dark thorn in my side
You drew my crimson blood
But all you had was the smallest drop
You really wanted a flood
Dragged me down left me to die
Yet I have risen above the sky
Nightingale
The sound of the nightingale echos across the air
Four seasons in a year it is always there
A haunting melody that shatters the urban din
It breaks the baritone of life without sin