poem:

only love can make a memory of the living years.

messages through music,
a story told trough the harmonies,
the harboured thought:what will it be?
choices and pains with the fork in the road.
accept the fact:i love you.
i’m not for sale because i was born free.

the years have cast a shadow on you
i can see the change.
as i make a path to the rainbows edge,
i\ll never live to match the beauty of her.
gentle grace,o sweet child of mine,
run to the water.here comes the flood.