Curbed
 In the dream, immersed
 I write poems
 Then first
 He knows that somewhere
 The tidings will be gone
 That she is not alone
 That she is loved
 So will get what she wants
 That her soul wouldn't hurt
 She wants to be loved
 And blessed with God's 
 I want to be loved
 I want to be remembered
 I want my mother's happiness
 I want all ladies to respect her
 01:55 12/05/08