Lately,
Love has been knocking on my door...

My journey began,
By seeing with my eyes...

With the days far too long
And with even colder nights...

Sometimes,
The only comfort...

 
I've learned...

Somewhere in the distance,
Upon this dark and unforgiving night...

She drinks.
Justifying all the mistakes of her yesteryears...

Depression is quiet.
It enters in, through the night...

 
"This head is bowed...

Right from the start,
These were your first words...

There is so much death in here-
My body that is...

We spoke in tongues.
The kind that...