Ill let this herb fly from my hand and collect your head, let the smoke envelop you and carry you away, watch your words when you speak to me, and hear these valad words I have to say, I remain on this earth and I shant pass away, my words, lingering in minds throughout eternity, a special gift that I possess, will grant to me immortality, and with this herb in my hand I scribble words for you, I lay down my heart for you in every page I write, this lovely freedom I have been given, is kind to let me do what I like, these are my words for you |