Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when her face was broken, and her soul shattered she thought of the bear- that nite when we did the quest on the mountain..a bear and i ran into each other- it was an oops= she went=and i went another way- she watched over me.since then-
i became the bear-
dreaming of carrying a polar bear asian bears at the zoo- i used to bring them bees pollen- the one that walks with me is large-all the things that try to ponce me into the dirt are mashed up inside
in the cave we go to heal
now it is time to be real..

this bear of mine
grows three hairs on my wrist
wakes me up to eat
sweets
mmmm power of love
sweet honey