THE BATTLE WON, THE HONOUR LOST THE PLEASURE GONE IN NIGHTS OF FROST. HE STOPS TO REST, HIS HEAD BENT DOWN, THE BLOOD OF SOLDIERS STAINS HIS GOWN. THE EVIL GOAT, EYES FIXED ON HIM,
"The lyrics of my songs are beautiful and strong" She is convinced of this her life is full of bliss. Her virtual life, I say, her real life is nay. Computers & screens
So many lyrics that I know so many 'innuendos'. Fast or slow I play with them, I change their tune; they try to hurt me, I rest immune. Lyrics sometimes are hard to bare;