With these wings I'll fly so high,
For all the days I've had to cry...

A trickle of tear glosses my skin;
The rain outside has started...

I remember that dream, like I dreamt it last...
And I can only hope that it can be repeated...

You always had that special gift,
A true talent: making people laugh...

He's a man with a past, scars all around,
Which have engraved themselves into him...

I could grab my wings and fly away;
Wake myself up to a brand new day...

It was freezing cold out, that's something I...
2AM and it's raining, the middle of December...

Don't come too close, or I may snap;
My heart in somewhat weak...

Two years ago last Friday, he took to that...
And announced that he was going to paint...

December used to be my favourite month,
Bitter coldness was such an attraction...

You take my hand first. You wrap your long fingers...
Holding on to each other tightly, you stand behind...

My heart, it crumbles, in the reflection of your...
Which display the true image of a deadly demise...