March 2007
In this shallow world there is no place
For us who has a burning heart for romance
Who has a wild desire for pain
Who needs the poetry to remain
Let my burning soul fly away
To the land of love pain and poetry
Where I can speak my mind,
Where my heart is blind
I want to take my wings and fly
So cold, so dead, yet so alive, still so grey
Who blew out the flame
Who took away the pain?
Who stole the smiles, the colours and the burning flame?