Know Right from Wrong:Edit
When You Feel The Pressure:Edit
The Strain Is Hard to Measure:Edit
So With Your Sheer Endevour:Edit
Forever Hence, Believe Yourself:Edit
Clara sat next to Konstantin. "Well if that wasn't...I am not sure what to call that." said Clara, leaning against his shoulder. "I could not agree more." said Konstantin, and stroked Clara's hair a little. "So...what will you do now?" asked Clara, closing her eyes, she was exhausted from the last undertaking. "I don't know...maybe write books." chuckled the man opening a small notebook. "Oh? Didn't know you wrote." said Clara in surprise. "Oh well I am not as gifted as you, but I have a poem here, finished and all." came Konstantin's answer after he flicked through the pages. "Oh read it to me!" she exclaimed snuggling in a bit closer.
"Know Right From Wrong
And When You Feel The Pressure
The Strain Is Hard To Measure
So With Your Sheer Endeavor
Forever Hence, Believe Yourself."