This pain I feel,
Is just so strong...

If i could spend,
another hour with you...

Is that an angel?
walking down the street...

A little ant,
all on its own...

Mother is dying,
Daughter is crying...

My poor old heart,
it looks so blue...

People say the ones you love,
are always in your heart...

Grey, cold, professional,
it whispers in her ear...

The blue sky, the red blood,
the yellow sun...

I'm running away,
From all the pain...

Secrets kept,
held...

The sound of a falling teardrop,
breaks the long cold silence...