The fathom of fathoms fat home and add alone lead the phone
The solitude of the past passes fathoms of love,
Years and years gone through my ears.
Cataclismic realistic truth
Is my hearts youth,
I love for life
I live for love
I love life,
All for my wife. The one to be, my society, my truth on phone
has always men alone, not alone been, but been alone with men.
Just like I, I feel spry in my youth to the truth
She is not younger than I but I for eye I am older than eye.
