A rage so deep and burning
It sends goosebumps to the flesh...
Don't be clear, paint the mirrors black,
Hurt me dear, always turn your back...
Who are you to judge my eyes if you haven't seen...
Who are to judge my broken heart if you never felt...
The house was covered,
In thick black smoke...
Best title of the 3:
I Shouldn't be Here...
It was 1989
Sara came into the world...
There are so many questions,
that I would like to ask God above...
I paint a canvas of happiness,
masking any showing pain...
Fractured thoughts are too slow,
Your touch is so cold...
The truths now unfold
The story is now told...
Once again in undeserved tears I weep
Knowing not to what sorrow I cling...
Here it comes
I stand ready...