What is a seed? If not a flower.
What is a flower? Had it been not a seed...

More empty space, it's his job to fill,
The untrodden grounds, that's caused my joy to...

Searching for the message,
within my tear stained hands...

My worrisome forehead,
Maps the riddles in life...

I'm a suspended, fateless story,
tainting threads for you to savor...

She sees his beauty,
She sees his grace...

Beyond the shards of glass I see,
A corpse whose spirit's begun to flee...