Well, nothing new is happening today. Same old, same old. Full or cliches and clichs. Wandering down my crooked path muttering the silence of my whisper I see the sun. I see the bright morning dew scream it's presence in my ear I see the summer dove fly ahead only to be caught by the hawk. Oh woe is me, oh we is me, that i have been damned to a place such as this. A place that has no place inthe universe. Unique in its own sense, yet letting no heaven telling it how to act. Letting no Heaven telling it how to act... how to act...