It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...
Safety is security,
a promise you'll always be there...
I want to be free
perhaps if I stop wanting to...
Let me embrace your heart
you...
These years (Anne Winning)
Scatter fragments of yourself in these years...
In shadows cast by prejudice, a knock resounds,
At the door of your heart, where peace abounds...
at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...
Drifting with black sails
through the freezing air...
Since she was born, she was raised to succeed
Where both of her parents would always exceed...
Life is more than reminders
With which we made a note...
In front of the mirror she stood in awe
Admiring the landscape of scars and all the things...
From the origin of talk
We've spoken of love...