Mommy, what is peace?
what is love, hate and war...

Shoo, shoo,
this is mine...

Many thoughts
Are twisted round...

Born into a drawer
a chilling, creeping cold...

A hail stone's thrown from a speeding by cloud
In hopes that I'll join the dance...

Star filled skies
on a quiet night...

Never
You never got...

I'm jumping out the window
can't bear to hear you cry...

Blood is red
faces are blue...

Time passing
means nothing...

She sits alone in a gnarled tree
her shattered face, no one can see...

My fairytale
never came true...