I tried to make it work,
This thing...

Conons roar,
Smoke fills colourless gray skies...

Torn between two worlds,
One of hatred...

She was the one person,
Who would listen...

The rose represents life in my eyes
it has such beauty...

What he said to me made me angry,
But I soon realize he’s not lying...

Tired of looking at the past,
Wishing I could change it...

Some say that Africa is the wild,
But to me the true wild is in the plains...

Cries differ,
They come at many different times...

The broken heart of a girl
is fragile and delicate...

As I walk down the street,
I feel the wind go through my hair...

The calming sound of the waves,
Rushing against the rocks...