I miss that 4am blue
meeting morning while talking with you...

The wind is gentle
protecting my body...

I want to lay with you in bed
a single word is never said...

The angel was dying to be on earth
to see him once again...

You see me
on the street, in the street...

Friendships move forward
I stay behind...

Birthday wishes
empty and forced...

This ink is my blood
These words are my screams...

In your blue eyes
I see the skies...

Lock me up and leave me
you've got better things to do...

Hello friend,
she whispered...

The world has all the colors
it has taken man years to reproduce...