Strawberry blaze, summer's nights, winter's days...

Leave the world behind to take a trip through my mind,
Memory lane across the way, it's time to take the drive,
What have I to find,
A world filled yet with crime's regret,
A mistake made without any doubt, I would have played the bet,

For risk is what we do to find out if true love is true,
Suffer for what is not due, enabling experiences for the few,
Many will be found false as all will be sifted through.

Hell burns for the wicked, regret attacks the conscience,
Hell freezes over all the wicked and their nonsense

Strawberry blaze, summer's nights, winter's days...