I cried a river, I cried a
sea, but it still hasn't...

I could cry an ocean and
maybe a sea, but neither...

I am the ocean, free, yet lonely,
I am the night, beautiful, yet dark...

Inside me lives a little girl,
lost, afraid, and unheard...

Pouring out my soul
As the wind softly blows...

Softly your eyes speak
with a blink I reply...

Within a rose, within my soul
angry grows nice and bitter...