*A mother who was killed for helping her children...

Unconstrained pebbles spill upon the ground
The scent of blame rise unto barren walls...

Wrapped with the petals
Dipped in gold musk...

Lyrics...

Where fly my lonely wanderings,
Not to the sky I know for sure...

Questions loom about the end of life
Who will die and who will survive...

Some said life was a series of stepping stones
And so I walked my life on solid rocks...

Verse 1:
Swimming...

Tears that have lingered
when awaiting for fate...

Beckoning calls from the darkest past
Hiding in shadows, I appear...

Don't ask about my past
no sooner will I last...

You are a bee,
strumming an out of tune harp...