The trees rustle in the gentle breeze
Her hair is tangled and it begins to freeze...

Blindly walking through the dense dark,
No path, no directions of a hopeful mark...

In this long-lasting moment, I can't stop my love...
Looking into your deep blue eyes is a spectacular...

Don't die on me!
I fear of being weak...

Lying here on the green succulent grass
Looking up at the starry sky made of glass...

The sharp, jagged rocks cut and sting
with every step...

He seems so innocent, so sweet
He is charming and considerate...

Happy and successful she seemed to me,
But something troubling would not let her be...

Dog paddling around the frozen lake
Much longer and it will be their lives to take...

Pain and discomfort is all in my life
But I never go down without great strife...

Sitting here in a forlorn glass
Empty, there is no class...

Walking through this arid land
I can't go farther, I can barely stand...