On this day
On this special day...

Does the world know the way I kills itself
Do the people here understand that what they do is...

Hast thou love for thee faded
whilst days and nights pass...

If this be the last letter I write
and if very well may be...

How can an artist see what he draws
seeing feeling though the colors, of marble...

Do not trust what you see ahead
do not trust what you hear...

Thou hast not seen
the worst of dreams...

Theres a feeling i have
that i cant explain...

Listen to the wind
it howls at night...

When i first saw her
i didn't know her...

When i look at you
when i look inside...

When I sit here alone
I cant help thinking of you...