I'm tired of talking, pouring out my soul
forced to defend what's going on inside my brain...

One day
when I have reached the end of my road...

We often take for granted
what's most precious...

There are people determined to get what they want
they will destroy what gets in their way...

My dress is made of long slender leaves
I am wearing it with pride...

I have kept some stories in my pocket
they deserve to be told...

As i am walking down the road of life
i have come to the conclusion...

The top skin looks good
underneath linger problems...

She is a child in a woman's body
resenting her mommy...

I have been watching two icons
being laid to rest...

If only I could see you one last time
enough to hold you tight...

We are living in a time
the word humanity has expired...