When an old strange tree has lost all its leaves
The wind of shame acclaims its life which leaves.
A girl slides to the horror show of distress.
She wants to sleep on him to feel the world in less.
She's like a frail flower shattered in the disgrace
Who will never find again, the sunny grace.
Her hands unknown how to do slowly caressing
On the strong skin of her host. She's guessing
All its dark problems without any answers
'Cause she has lived them also as all flowers.
If they can't see the light in the sky
It's falling a cold rain and birds don't fly.
So she's blending her greatest failing
With her fellow to stop their bleeding.
Together they can begin their sweet pact
To the future where love is in the act.
REDEMPTION de fact.
Vitriol Jey
