She sits Faded green velvet chair He stares Through smoke filled...
If the whole world Had tear stained cheeks Would there still...
Gone is the ice age That drifted to heart last summer...
Inspires a young man’s mind to Painful confessions Relative and past...
When Friday ends I want to be on the road Near...
A dream, no fantasy Of you and a gun On the...
Little Miss Softy Wants to rest but Her mind is Pressed...
I would bet a million dollars On a fair haired betrayal...
I told him once again As he tried to spy My...
I am grateful. I am open to opportunities that improve this...