Windy paths of arms they suffer
Being truth of better lies
Watching all the times pass by death
Dying alone with every try
Together they weep
Together they cry

Why must things leave to those who stay
To send alone in a forest of dreams
The message I give
I writings I portray
In death is alone
In heart we hear
All is good
To they I see
All my life
Not to be

Collections of letters burned within heats
Within souls
Never to roam and all to see
To be drowned in black dreams

Winters deep
Praise this life to be living
Reject your mind
To this life and arms we hold

The shallow grave I cruse for thee
To the weak and steady
All is a dream

Arch my strength within I see
Scream of dream and dream of sleep
Into life I run
Never to be with the past and for all who is done
To see the light
Die for what you do
Live for how you bring

Build up constellations of your own thoughts
A short life
The falling tree
A rotting sea

The safe death
Our dying hands
Open and feel yourself see what is true
A rotting grave covers your own

Un break the holy
To hold the lovely
Forever misery
Comes my way
Take forever
I wish I would see
Try to be and live to me