"Everday, I imagine a future where I can be with you.
In my hand, is a pen that'll write a poem of me and you.
The ink flows down into a dark puddle.
Just move your hand, write your way into his heart.
But in this world of infinite choices..
What will it take, just to find that special day.
What will it will it take, just to find, that special day.."


"Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today.
When you're here everything that we do is fun for them anyway.
When I can't even read my own feelings..
What good are words when a smile says it all.
And if this world won't write me an ending..
What will it take just for me to have it all.."


"Does my pen, only write better words for those who are dear to me.
Is it love, if I take your- is it love, if I set you free.. "



"The ink flows down into a dark puddle.
How can I write, love into reality..
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat..
What do you call, love in your reality.
And in your reality, if I dont know how to love you."


"I'll leave you be.."