through trees and trysts and guiding mists, my eyes have been born to see the mystery of life to me. Born, maked, torn naked, within towel of white and true searches seizures of white documents faked. To make me bright, my skin lumined white, radar whipped tight into my skin too bright to make sense of me my glory my honor of 'lieve to be just to be pure to be white as soul be, cause i am no man, a woman, no plan to be living remorse, be living too free. i am like night, to see a truth bearing a leaf of a guidance so white my beauty shone bright that true only to me is his eye of whole sleeve of punishment not, a whisper --its fort knox-- to me maybe --we can bring her in to be within me his--light, its his life, his whole earth his darn plight, my wind and my tree my beauty --sanity as his love guides his heart to his truth, his wind beneath my wings
i love you, i will cry as our truth, no more, dies and his love and his ache cakes his eyes burning white with a light that only you and to me a pin only on his sleeve was a white whispered 'detta of a cool off -ven set up of a white para military, para mutual paired off mutiny of stolen wealth data thoughts to send and make wind of to others a debt book of a wealth of a plight to make white my wind make up.
started by an officer coup de tat to swing the light of blue right out only to see that there were more of me with white might make up.