If only I knew then what I know now
how would my life be...

A season
where pinetrees are fully dressed...

And the rain is falling.
I watch you going inside this house...

This is the season
giving thanks and sharing gifts...

The history of walls
it's a proven fact...

That moment when the picture reveals
we are having a boy...

He lives in a bubble
with a constant need to blame others...

Depression is real
weird thoughts live in my head...

We often take for granted
what's most precious...

Our thoughts
are the seed of our soul...

At the end of the day
it's me left with the pain...

You can hear them whisper at night
they do have a voice...