A little girl is crying
but mummy doesn't care...

I promised to never walk again
or at least until it was to walk for you...

I stared out to the ocean
beyond the endless blue...

Upon the floor of dirty cold
among the broken pride...

I always was a solemn child,
with nothing much to say...

This violence drove my solitude
This grief has caused my tears...

Are angels superstition?
Is God there in the sky...

Her eyes were full of rivers,
Her heart lays on the floor...

Can my life get better?
Or is it gonna stay...

This is a letter for a dear friend of mine:
In this letter what you'll find...

Love can feel
and love can break...

What's the point in loving?
when all I get is pain...