Take what I am
Take what I can be...

Silently sabotaged and then suddenly awake
Where did my true love go...

The stripe is clearly drawn at her foot
Her forehead drips with sweat...

Fate is unfolding; the winds are blowing change.
The way this is happening, is very very strange...

Your very soul a rock of stone.
Your motto the fear to be alone...

Shouting and screaming
let it out child...

The day has come for me to take
That long awaited break...

The dampness on my cheeks are you
It seems as if love surrounds me even more...

Fines lines is a phenomena that not only appears...
Fine lines have a mysterious sound; and are found...

Jumping into freezing cold water
That gets heated up...

He loves me, he loves me not?
Is this plucking predicting your plot...

Fearless flapping of angel wings
Silence broken by loving savor...