• I've fallen through.
    Like thinnest paper,
    give in to the weight.
    Ten thousand words are not enough
    to explain a name.

    The wind is washing
    clean the world.
    It clears away the dust.
    With a smile, I'm a child
    I believe in love.

    Words are painful,
    words are heavy,
    words, they fall like hammers.
    Their meaning, pressed like alloy steel
    stuck inbetween layers.

    Strung together
    like a gift,
    she sings her songs to me.
    Out of chaos she was born.
    Its chaos that she sings.

    Minds awash
    with tinted colors
    see what they percieve.
    She's recognised, not understood
    Its chaos that she sings