I see something solemn inside her soul
She shall share her sadness with some

He has held her heart in his hands
Hearing heresies, she's hypnotized into habit

Many memories of 'men' with malicious motives
More mistrust might merit misery or maybe madness

Wisdom waiting for the wailing wanderer at war
Watch as we waltz the walls of wicked wine

This tenacious terror is the thief of true thinkers
That thorn is a threat to treasured time

Like light, love lives a life not of lies but logically one of a

lonely lion whose only limitation is his legacy's load
Let's learn to listen to the legion of laughter, instead of

looking on lost lilies lingering due to Lucifer’s luck