I wrote a book for her eyesor at least that's how they named my letter

The Xanax idolsPipe and needles icons,The generation of hysteria,(Lazy youth looking...for prosperity)human rights lost in austerity.

Tonightthis nightI can write and describe the entire worldTwo green eyesHer brown hairsBehind the window,thru the glass

If fate is to shake meI won't breakIf fate is to wake me upI will not stop my dream if life is to end me Then in beauty I will sleep

Her eyes can ease the pain of the pains for them and that's how I Lovewithout an end.

In a land made of light,where the miles and the distance are but a game of the mind.