i do remember the bridge –
right across youthful water
it was hope at first sight
and yet, i never caught her

i don’t want to feel different
it’s not something i crave
don’t make me feel different
as if my soul needs to be saved

you are just a port in a storm
a midwife
to the newly born

flowers and a card
would not be a gesture from my heart
real words,
of devotion and happiness are

Measure Me in Dreams this is what i am measure me in dreams and not in hands don’t take me … More

it will always come through
it will always find a way out
personality may not be obvious
but it knows how to scream and shout