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

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

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

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...

All around me
Their souls scream...