Ancient, wise oak door
Visible scars telling the story of its experience...

The moment you told me you loved me,
I thanked god so long that it hurt...

Hate is...
Like the wolf, thirsty for pain and hurt...

The Sun's golden shine,
Starts darkening into orange...

You promised me,
That you'll stay by my side...

I never got to say goodbye,
I never told you I was sorry...

I'm a jagged, helpless rock tossed upon stormy...
Crashing against high walls, my love chipped off...

Roses sway in the wind, so free with no worries,
Striving to the delicate, silver moonlight...

I saw the girl upon your arm,
I saw your smile...