We are brave
And we are strong...

Such pesky little things,
Completely black and fury...

Hidden
In our shadows...

A forgotten piece of Art.
Forged in your dreams...

In a rage
Unseen by common minds...

How would I dare
Hurt you...

In your name
I build the temple of tears...

What are these things on the trees?
Like flowers on a hill...

Cry over your loss
Which haunts you...

A Waterfall of Passion
Which falls upon us...

A bit like an orb
But we do not see...

Loosing something dearest
Is betrayal of the heart...