From the youth of dreams,
the difference is what i have own not yours.
To the decade of learns,
each kiss for a line on face.
When the burden the white enough.
How cunning the words of your beauty.
Sanctify the lonely heart of a sorrow sit.
For the view that belong to our creator.
But I have seen the cry of lost balloon.
I have seen the tears of empty falls.
I have seen the moment death apart.
The root beer can make me dream of balls.
And my hope is a pirate steal an age merge of yours.