Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die

No grey in a black and white world There is no middle ground No in between It’s either up or it’s down

We sail the ocean blue Knowin’ our hearts be true In the storm we roam Under the ocean foam We breach the star That haunts afar Pirates of the sea Aye, we be

THE MONOCHROME MAN....... . I can't settle for either Black is where I've always been And White is where I want to be But not the shade it's in at the moment What shade indeed do I really want? I don't know... Will I ever find it then? Not in this lifetime Mayhaps.

Look out at the sea, You feel it, But it is not the sea you feel is it, It is but your soul, Traped in the sarrows of the seas, It never is but a sea, Walk along the beach, Cry and pray to the waves, All you can see is but the sarrows of the sea, Alone I sit, Alone I cry, Alone is but the sea, Alone my soul alone my shadow, It is the sorrows of the sea, Cry to your self, Cry to the sorrows of the sea, I am alone, I am alone and only I and Me know, And the sorrows of the sea, I am but the sorrows of the sea, Samantha Guinen