My thoughts are like violent storms on the path of self
destruction.
Seeking the only thing that would calm and return them to
tier peace.

Their rage upon the truth knows no bounds and no sorrow.
For it is the thought of not having you that disturbs them
the most.


My hands are bound with the chains of sadness,
for only you might hold their key.

The way is blocked and it's all just darkness,
My light is the only thing to guide you to me.

The leaves like my wishes, falling apart with the tree.
The ones that I wanted, brought you closer to me.

All I ever wanted was to calm those storms,
All I ever got... was a rose full of thorns...