yo, if i leave tomorow would you remember me, or if i die tomorow would you mourn for me, if i flied to the sky would you fly with me, would you leave the past to look for our future seek, remember the first time i said the stars are clear i wanna see the moon rise i wanna flee the past is gone my future is clean, my love is small but you could grow it, my pain grew big but you would plow it, my strenght grew thin but with you around, i would neva have to leave your side to look out bound, the stars are shining, your eyes are too, the forms and shape makes em look type smooth, and the way you look, yes the way you are, makes me want to get you millions of flowers from the star, with the sun shining bright, im speaking in a different language, but this form of dialect shows my different stances......

Poetry, awe it still works!!! (*wink*)