Lullaby
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
Delusion Angel
daydream delusion limousine eyelash oh baby with your pretty face drop a tear in my wine glass look at those big eyes on your face see what you mean to me sweet cakes and milkshakes I’m a delusion angel I’m a fantasy parade I want you to know what I think don’t want...
Liberty
On my notebooks from school On my desk and the trees On the sand on the snow I write your name On every page read On all the white sheets Stone blood paper or ash I write your name On the golden images On the soldier’s weapons On the crowns of kings I write your name...