The wind is blowing
Thought the tress...
In the school rooms
Coloured in the brightest of paints...
She's my true love in life
And she's my...
Gentle snowflakes falling
To the ground and...
Never meant to be understood
Never meant to be good...
They pushed spikes into my ears
So the last words I heard were theirs...
Life never
Asked me...
Grateful am I,
For the mother you were, and still remain...
Mothers were all little girls
And then they grew up to be adults...
A color,
a vision...
Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...
Would a soldier abandon his post
in his fatigue...