Diary Of Dreams - Willow Lyrics
Just give me nailsTo be my burdenCrucified emotions struggle to surviveAnd the truth, she has not heard for longCold and bare, but sacred ?Who has the guts to spread such liesA picture of a willow - with a widow in blackA child ton bear - in blooming beautyFor she gave birth to dustRoses covered by a layer of snowFreezing wind surrounding,What you call holy feetJust a child without a wooden crossAfflicted hands towards heavenHow could you dare deny ?How can you blame a widowFor detesting who you are ?Bare of sore - touch ***** boundariesAnd empty hands - a widow's life