When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
Monday, November 06, 2006
Iris
I can only watch you from afar You're the one who blossoms everyday
Like an angel from the Heavens I can only watch you from afar
And I don't want the world to see me 'Coz I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And the glory forever is Yours