My mind's the prison,
I'm the inmate...

In my heart,
you are the north star...

The skies are raped by the black,
The poison apple falls from the tree...

The rose, blown around by the piercing wind.
Wind, unrelenting and unforgiving...

Wipe away the tears,
and ask what's wrong...

Sitting in the silence,
thinking of you...

A sea of clouds joined their lives to the sky.
The heavens were in a brite glow...

What is love, but an emotion,
so germane and so pure...