All around me
Their souls scream...

A single shot shatters the sounds of a September...
As audiences arise, mouths agape in awe and...

I know of a white rose in a field of red
Whose beauty nullifies its thorns...

Among the city streets,
You will find them...

You're seventeen stories above my heart.
High above me...

There is a place where the crows fly.
Where the trees are bare and the sky is gray...