The Journey to You

You ask yourself questions that have no clear answers,
Your back's on the wall as you watch all the dancers,
You

Hold your head up high my son

One day you will show the world.

Your starry eyes

Your wicked smile

Your love to give

Hold

When I look at the mirror and see this face,
a conqueror I see; there is nothing I would replace.
All the wrinklesl have their

Moods

I've said it once,
I'll say it again,
My moods are,
Like the rain.

Sometimes angry,
Sometimes fun,
My moods are,
Like

My Confession

It's started, it's back again,
I don't know how, I don't know when.
It's come back, quiet and quick,
I don't