I want you to tap-dance across my wounds
while the rain slowly pours down the window pane...
Weaving my way through littered alleyways
which separated the past and the future...
Climbing on jagged steps from the hell below
Rips and tears throughout her soul she does sew...
They're deep...
Deep in the forest at night...
Floating on the night wind,
Calling out to you...
In the wild was born a gentle flower,
sought after by all men, far and wide...
Today you will hear my confessions;
Five untold truths...
Colors consume my
gardens and fields of being...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
I'm bleeding
it's flowing out and through...
Listening the ryhmes of life through times..
Each moment a lesson u learn sometimes...
I sat in the darkness
I lived without light...