Verse 1:
Swimming...

Not knowing who you were at first
when you said my name out loud...

Religion, as one will believe
is their way to true purity...

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

I cannot breath when you say those words to me
My hands grow cold, locked away in misery...

Continuous roots of an everlasting tree
proud to everyone's reactions...

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

From the Painting Now Gone
Soundless toes slide on carved wood...

Mountains high and mountains low
rivers of life far below...

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

You know I can't be everything you want
I know you hate when I make a mistake...

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