DesireMy life aches.Too long has it been solo.Neither giving;Nor recieving.I need someone.I need someone to take me in.Take me in and let me stop aching.I am different;for my desire is manned.I must remain alone.I must continue to ache.
Mist Descriptive PassageJames looked around and took in his surroundings. It was reasonably busy inside, owing to the fact that it was a hot summers day at lunchtime. He could hear the banter from some the customers, and the mutterings from others, who were clearly as curious as the landlord was to know who this mysterious traveller was, and if he will be bringing more outsiders to invade their peaceful part of the countryside. It was clear to James that Amesworth was one of the best-kept secrets in Britain. If word of this quaint little village were to get out, they would soon find themselves overwhelmed by tourists. He could tell that he should not expect a very warm welcome in other parts of the village either.
White LadyOh, White Lady;I need your love surging through me.I need to feel your power;Your Freedom.I need to feel liberated.You can liberate me.You can free me from the shackles of this world.Oh, White Lady;I am a slave;A slave to deadlines;To industry.Only you can set me free.But you have your demands.I need money for your love;And for my money;I become a slave to you.I have become a slave to you.I feel your love;I feel your power;I feel your sympathy;I feel liberated!Oh, White Lady;I feel nothing