A Dark Spring Night... Climbing a mountain, with you by my side, alone on a dark spring night. With you so close I can feel you twitch at every little fright. We're taking a journey, don't know if we're lost, just enjoying your sweet company. Hoping for you to hold me more tightly, and a cup of sweet warm tea.

I Wish... I wish my heart was comatose, so I could make it through the pain. Without my true loves heart I'm going completely insane. Even in this rain I'm feeling drained, of hope and joy and light. God please grant me glory and let me win this fight. I can't give up on love and I shan't give up on you. Until the day I die, this heart belongs to you. So when you are good and ready. You can take your time, I'll still be right here loving you until the end of time.

The Old Pub... The night is cold and lonely, not a soul in sight. The wind and ice are not afraid to share a little bite. I'm on my way to a fire and ale to shake off the bitter cold. I wish to hear a thousand tales, the ones that the old wans told. Tales of witches and werewolves, and dragon slayers too. These are the types of stories this old Irishman will listen to. Or maybe sing around the fire, old close friends draw near, on this cold winters night, the pub is flowing with ale and good cheer.

The Curse Of #life The curse of #life #life is a sad song to be shared among men of ruin, men of shame and sorrow. But as long as we dwell in the pain, there will be no light for tomorrow. For how long must a man dwell in the hurt, and pain? How long must the tears flow without cease, as blood flows through the vains? Why must we grow weak, and pale, our wretched body's growing frail? Is there a reason for this curse called #life? Before you answer dear friends, let me tell you true, beauty is all in the eye of the beholder, and its what we choose to see, and what we choose to believe that is true. So if you see a hand accursed, for you it may be true, but choose to see the good in #life and joy may yet come to you.