The phone rings no more
I am not stressed or looking...

On the outside a hard rock
On the inside soft and clear...

With gunshots he took live of fellow students
In his eyes, cold blooded fear...

In fear I need to hear a voice
Soft, touching and with faith...

She is up before six
The expert in life lessons...

The cross predicts future
The cross erased past...

I am not a stranger
No weapon, no spear no sword...

On my way to heaven
the water is rising...