The whispery cold night I am,
listening to the trees being torn, the wind is...

Feel the cold water of my soul,
tickle, turn and tease...

'What right do I have...
To be angry? To hate...

Both day and night,
you came to hurt me...

What would it be like,
to be all powerful...

How do I make life go on? And why?
How, when everything falls apart...

Death, so easy,
no pain, no destuction...

Never relised til last night,
how strange you think...

Children are the fruit of the world,
fruit of love, hate, change and rebirth...

I am scared,
scared of a desire...

I felt on my own,
fighting the whole world alone...

I love letting people in,
love the feeling of relief...