Sand in the hour glass continues to drip,
While I continue living this lie...

Know what?
I’m sick of you...

Powerful mountain
Stubborn and unbeatable...

I look at my reflection
And see the eyes of death staring back at me...

Calls of birds in spring
Blessed new lives wake from deep sleep...

Losing all worries whenever I’m with you.
Every second is truly blissful by that much...

Imagination is of the deceased.
Well all standing...

Gazing at my lifeless arm
Through blank and empty eyes...

Warmth from sunrays shine
Nature’s green and full of life...

Warped roots grown for years
One tree can be seen afar...

You were always there for us all
Angel from above...

Why does the wind blow so gracefully through the...
Of angry deserts only to cause a sand storm...