Deep dark secrets are hidden inside,
Fresh thoughts and wild ambition,
Desire takes part in all life, but love takes over.
Pain and sorrow, wither and die.
Born again to the world.
Live, Love and Cry.
What is Time?
Day to day.
I don’t feel,
What is all this, but fear and hate.
The moods swing,
Will it ever settle and let me go.
Dawn Chapman 1999