Food for the soul
they call music...

Far away you smile
I smile, but in between are miles...

They say am fond of death
yet I agree...

I have lived long enough,
enough to know that life is not mine to decide...

For I have seen the light and felt the warmth of...
My sins are gone...

My fallen sister.
I send you my love...

Time did find wings
and catching up made impossible...

It is fear,
fear of not being able to look at you...

Happiness for me,
isn't all I foresee...

My walls, my insanity, my passion in the night...
That's why I don't go adoring curtains...

Joys and tears,
sadness or fears...

It is his voice,
yaa, the voice of that one I love...