Being born in the 50's
not long after the war...

Why do people lie?
The truth is a foreign word...

As we are facing the forth semester of the year
I am slowly wrapping up my last nine months...

In the arms of a stranger
I was seeking comfort not knowing...

Clouds are hanging low
grey pillows filled with water...

How can something you love so dearly
destroy it all with enormous power...

Being alone is a choice I've made
after I delt with the pain...

I would like to believe
that it was God by your side...

Days aré becoming shorter
nights seem longer...

The Angels came on a sunny day
to heaven you went...

My heart is heavy
I am drowning in tears...

The choices I have made in life
they all came with a price...