Bombs over Iraq
Blasts on the roof...

The summer air
The midnight sky...

He traced the veins
that patterned my hand...

She doesn't want to live
But she doesn't want to die...

Early spring
Just before summer...

If you were the flower of a garden
You would be the sadness and joy of my heart...

He destroyed my humanity
And I destroyed my sanity...

Every brick was black
The paintings pale...

I had
many a times...

A pinch of anxiety
A dash of despair...

I dreamt of a love I can not have
Of his kiss that did steal my heart...

It burns doesn't it
Really turns doesn't it...