• I lay here in the sand on my back taking in the sun's all mighty glory.

    I begin to feal a tricle of sorts drip from the eye that i so lovingly bare.

    As the tricle begins to well up and drip from my eye i begun to notice anew.

    How fare it is to see the blue to notice a mere shrew all the way to back into the anew.

    I still am thankful for the passage of my life that has come to my new sights.

    Now that i have no heart to apart from this broken tune it will fill me with gloom till the end of June.

    Now i bid the fare well for the tune of this sarrow and gloom will last me till the end of my doom.