In the dead of night
The air grows still...

I quietly read the words on the page.
Nothing is making much sense...

One thousand suns burned through my skin.
One thousand knives tore at my heart...

Can you imagine the pain
One little girl must feel...

I feel lost in the sea
Of names and faces...

I want to feel
His gentle hand...

So let us talk
About that time...

There he goes,
The one "Purple Rose.&quot...

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The fire slowly dies...

My heart beats faster.
Blood rushing through my veins...

The smile that burns my heart.
The words that mark my soul...