A chorus I wrote about hoping to get by some day.

Poem about a good man,who built his dog.a beautiful house…

This is my opinion of the eyes of the crowd which watches you and judges you and this is my opinion of it based upon observation.

Sometimes you just want to get away from it all.

It is much better to face a problem then hide away from it.

Silently, shall I seal away my love for the day it has hope…

Life’s troubles can be unbearable but there are little ones about which we may complain, particularly when they appear and soon disappear. Now and then, we tend to become overly-anxious and worry too much, when such troubles are considered to be trifling.

Here I am again, at this empty, cold place, where pain and suffering is a loner’s game…

When you want more then anything to just run away.

Hiding in the wardrobe.