The day is dark and the night is light.
People are in the streets...
Im addicted to the way he smells;
To the way his heart beats...
Dear daughter,
Dear daughter...
Because bruises heal,
And memories don't...
I see happiness and joy,
Sorrow, and fear...
Ash blends with the breeze,
As it blows through the trees...
As I look upon,
The frost bitten ground...
You make fun of her,
Then you turn around...
It boils up,
And rips through you...
On swift wings,
Death doth travel...
Surrounded by the living,
I am dead...
The earth.
The flames...