I am a victim of my time
A product of my age
There's no choosing my direction
I was a holy man but now
With all my trials behind me
I am weak in my conviction
And so I walk to try to get away
Knowing that someday
I will finally have to face
The fear that will come from knowing that
The one thing I had left was you
And now you're gone
You were a victim of my crimes
A product of my rage
You were a beautiful distraction
I kept you locked away outside
Let misery provide
And now I am ashamed

And so I walk to try to find a space
Where I can be alone to live with my mistakes
And the fear that will come
From knowing that the one thingI had left was you
And now you're gone

Is there nothing at all
That i can do to turn your heart
Is there nothing to lean on
That could help erase the scars
And I could use a little strength before I fall
Is there nothing at all

I am victim of my time
A product of the age
ou alone are my obsession
You were the one I left behind
You've been heavy on my mind
It's been a lonely road I've traveled
And so I walk to try to get away
Knowing that someday
I will finally have to face
The fear that will come from knowing that
The one thing I had left was you
And now you're gone

Is there nothing at all
That I can do to turn your heart
Is there nothing to lean on
That could help erase the scars
And I could use a little strength before I fall
Is there nothing at all

prancing to your tune
2:00 PM

The Little Fairy of the Pea
"Like a moth to a flame.Burnt by the fire."

Come close enough.

Her air,

Her poise,

Her stance of like,

Who isn't mesmerized by the Fairy's dance?

She flutters her wings,

Dances amidst the crowd,

Sucked deep into the euphoria.

She basks in the aura of its trance,

Its delirium.

Skipping,

Smiling impishly.

The world is the fairy's playground,

Her troubles hidden away beneath her wings.

Now, who won't be mesmerized by the fairy's dance?

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Flitting through the woods On wings of gossamer

The Elfin Queen Sparkles with the magic Of the woodlands

She's rarely seen By you or I

Tho if you listen

Carefully Her song is carried by the breeze,

A tinkle of bells To charm and please

and welcome you to the sunny dells

Watch the Fairydance

Danced through the days
03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004
04/01/2004 - 05/01/2004
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06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004
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09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004
10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004
11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004
12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005
01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005
02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005
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11/01/2006 - 12/01/2006
01/01/2007 - 02/01/2007