I wanna be a monk Seeking peace /and filling love in my trunk/ I wanna be a monk Seeking peace /and filling love in my trunk/

I wish I had a dagger To rip my heart from within. I wish I had a dagger To rip my heart from within.

This is small poem about those who aren't appreciated by beautiful and talented in many ways it has ... This is small poem about those who aren't appreciated by beautiful and talented ...

"Love is not condescension, never that, nor books, nor any marking" "Love is not condescension, never that, nor books, nor any marking"

I would return if I could Back into my old childhood... I would return if I could Back into my old childhood...

Magic coloured in black, Roaming around the skies. Magic coloured in black, Roaming around the skies.