• I got up, And shifted toward face, When my hand touched the cold hearted boy, i whispered to the wind, (take me up and let me be myself) i wish i could see straight, the heart of a boy who see's velvet red sinks down and comes to me. The face of a cold one, the face of innocences, it kills me to see the passion hurts inside all of us but one only knows the truth of how all is. The bird of the one who see's through the heart of mine!