| As I walk this road paved with angriness and pain | |
| the Tree of Life is eating with its roots below my feet | |
| Everytime I try to catch teh tail of a shooting star above | |
| My hands remain so empty and inside me there's a voice | |
| Midnight skies | |
| Winter sighs | |
| On morning dews verse of poetry | |
| Reaching heights | |
| Walking miles | |
| To hear your voice reciting | |
| Every word is a verse of pure harmony | |
| Every single one | |
| As I walk this road paved with angriness and pain | |
| the Tree of Life is eating with its roots below my feet | |
| Everytime I try to catch teh tail of a shooting star above | |
| My hands remain so empty and inside me there's a voice | |
| Summer nights | |
| Suffused lights | |
| Words barely and softly spoken | |
| Hidden frights | |
| Secret rites | |
| Signs of promises broken | |
| As the sky is reflecting its blazing gold | |
| Mysteries unfold | |
| As I walk this road paved with angriness and pain | |
| the Tree of Life is eating with its roots below my feet | |
| Everytime I try to catch teh tail of a shooting star above | |
| My hands remain so empty and inside me there's a |