Diary Of Dreams
Willow
Just give me nailsTo be my burdenCrucified emotions struggle to surviveAnd the truth, she has not heard for longCold and bare, but sacred? Who has the guts to spread such liesA picture of a willow - with a widow in blackA child to bear - in blooming beauty For she gave birth to dustRoses covered by a layer of snowFreezing wind surrounding, What you call holy feetJust a child without a wooden crossAfflicted hands towards heaven How could you dare deny? How can you blame a widow For detesting who you are? Bare feet so sore - touch naked boundariesAnd empty hands - a widow's lifeAnd she gave birth to dust
From Letras Mania