She lays on the floor crying
Not wanting to live but dying...

Death..a word
that we all fear...

Death, it comes
From the ground and walls...

I lay here alone
Crying upon this shattered floor...

Love..
Its like a delicate rose...

Brick by brick
She built her wall...

"Why do you cry?" the angel asked
"You no longer sing or dance like before...

You knock her down and beat her
still she gets up and puts up a fight...

Maybe our hearts, beating in time
Allowing our thoughts, our thinking in rhyme...

Its over now
theres nothing you could say or do...