Tracing my fingers along my troubled face,
my eyes remain fixed on the weeping reflection...

I cry hopelessly
as this year's secret...

Secrets kept
inside your past...

Sometimes on those winter afternoons
she would sit on the swings in the playground...

Remember the summer night
we spent by the beach...

A heart I used to know
lies broken on the ground...

The fire in her heart
was getting closer...

A kiss goodnight
lands upon the cheeks...

Darkness sleeps with my five senses of love:
Fear...

You were the only one
who ever wrapped their arms around me...

Sometimes a person can enter your life
and make it so much brighter...

Sometimes this pen takes a grip of my hand
and the ink won't let go of my heart...