By the grass hut waited
The only companion she had...

A simple imagination that sets our linning
As it numbers our days, it draws seasons...

For this reason we agreed
And we where happy. Nothing personal, only that...

They say,
"To everything is an end...

The measure of my existance
None can imagine...

There is no greater sorrow
Than the feeling of loneliness...

Belive in today
It has nothing to do with yesterday...

Make me your prisoner
Touch and silence all thoughts...

Always so negligent of life
Yet so intrigue of the sourrounding...

By the river i stood
Da water so clear but my thouts disturbed...

Knowlege is as powerful as death itself
It creates a permanent change to those that go...