Inside my heart is a dying rose for you...

The wind carried the rain, but who carries the tears it brings?

How can we love anyone, when we are dying from the second we are born?

Saved beyond our cutting, the wind will carry me home to the witch in the waves

Every night there he stood, watching her swing in the gallows wind, wondering why her life she took

To live in the denial of love, is to feel the beauty of death within a shadow of lonliness