You've stolen my life
through what you did...

'What right do I have...
To be angry? To hate...

The whispery cold night I am,
listening to the trees being torn, the wind is...

Death, so easy,
no pain, no destuction...

Never relised til last night,
how strange you think...

Children are the fruit of the world,
fruit of love, hate, change and rebirth...

I am scared,
scared of a desire...

I felt on my own,
fighting the whole world alone...

I love letting people in,
love the feeling of relief...

How do I help you
a close friend in a stew...

A sunset is beautiful,
no one can deny...

I look out through the window,
at the world that's passing by...