You are easy to read, traces of pain shower a river on your face You are easy to read, traces of pain shower a river on your face

An Ode to Guru! An Ode to Guru!

You are the cause of my present world.. You are the thrust that keeps me hold.. You are the cause of my present world.. You are the thrust that keeps me hold...

Finding a perfect pitch? Who knows it might not reach. Finding a perfect pitch? Who knows it might not reach.

I just imagine now how it would be to slowly fade away I just imagine now how it would be to slowly fade away

Pain is a Poem. Pain is a Parody. Played to a Pitch. Piped by the Piper. Pain is a Poem. Pain is a Parody. Played to a Pitch. Piped by the Piper...