Heavy with baldness are the chances, chances I stir to speak of in this forest of gods. As I sickle the bats along,no ashes no sand must throttle my pens my rods. No waterfall on this heath. I watch water

Tomorrow! I will air my heart and free my soul, I will show to her what love really means, I will make her see a new definition of it, And start a life journey, with her. But tomorrow never comes, As today