How do I tell a story like mine
Do I roar thru it like a menacing mind?
Or shall I start with the dances of lillies as a child?
Things have been so chaotic, my life of so tragic, but true , oh how I wonder how I would express that to you
But the lillies Always danced waving its purple light, so beautiful smelling
Of the scent of a sweet dreams sunlight
Maybe someday in a purple haze
I will be able to tell the story of this
Mystery that dwells in the scent of the
Spirit crashing the waves…….