She lays on the floor crying
Not wanting to live but dying...

Death..a word
that we all fear...

Death, it comes
From the ground and walls...

I lay here alone
Crying upon this shattered floor...

Love..
Its like a delicate rose...

For the first time
In what seems like forever...

So here we are again..
I look at you...

You knock her down and beat her
still she gets up and puts up a fight...

"Why do you cry?" the angel asked
"You no longer sing or dance like before...

Brick by brick
She built her wall...