posted on Nov, 1 2012 @ 07:24 PM
A small journey through space and time
we walked along a path of grime
in this madness all I see
the potential of a growing tree
it sprouts and flowers every year
this feeling it is never clear
and confuses the things you hear
please be aware of unknown fear
for all I have it isn't much
a gentle kiss, forbidden touch
now that's gone I know what's left
a friend I trust till my dying breath