When Tears have fallen and Hearts have died
When inner Pain has finally Cried...
She is painting this bottle
with a tint of green...
O Lord, what will I think with if I lose my mind?
What will I see with, if my eyes are to be blind...
A helping hand,
for those who need...
They say that things are meant to be
But that sounds like an easy way out...
Her faith in God almighty shall be drained.
Surrender to the lies which Satan speaks...
Our savior was ourselves
we died for our sins...
Why does it always have to be
With prophets of the modern age...
To think that I've tried so hard
Only to end up here...
I Believe In God.
Some people ask me why...
I once tried to imagine
An inconceivable facade...
I stare straight ahead
at the familiar wall...