Break the window, A four leaf clover, A black cat crossing, Rabbit’s foot, Going under the ladder, Horseshoe. Luck Determines your fate, The game of chance of life. Can never be broken.
Women after women, Plundering in the name of love and lust. He found you, And he didn’t know if it was love or lust. But yet he pursued And you were deflowered By the hand of Don Juan.
We fail at things in life Just the same at you did. We fall to mistakes Just as you had done When you still lived. Let our prayers Help your soul on its journey. Cleanse your soul
I was seven when I remember first seeing him. I had lived with my older sister before the world, and life, had decided to become hectic. Most everything was quite peaceful those days.