He sits, he stands. No effort to demand. A piece on honest work from the honest jerk. Sat on the table, looking at his temple The child seems motionless, never forgettable.
The trampled girl sits atop a mountain. Her pride stands upon golden lion guard gates. Her name is somewhat uncertain. Her den let alone by morning hates. The offspring jump in delight,
When will the last tear fall? Will it be on my face or over my death bed? I fell in love; however she said the love fell. Feeling the pain of my heart as if it were in hell. Where is her love?