• She speaks to me in a language I know so well,
    In sorrow she sighs,
    Saying of a dream so true,
    Once in the lie it all becomes a new,
    Listening to her helpless cry, she lets go of heart, of trust, of friends,
    But not of life,
    Confining herself to her chamber,
    Alone in the shadows she sleeps.
    To believe in this friend is my burden to bear,
    But never do I share,
    Hoping to help,
    Only to be left in the cold,
    Does she hear you my friend,
    Does this so called friend deserve such a fate or do you believe it all to be fake. Keep her heart close the wind whispers to thy,
    Spirits stirring in their slumber,
    She awakens to a blue sky,
    Letting out such a cry,
    Please don't let her die,
    Shall I only cry,
    Once in a million is nie better than none,
    They hear her language only to see her voice once again be silenced, but never again to believe in faith,
    Just to doubt in one another or believe in my own hope.
    To own her soul is thy crime,
    As she lays crying,
    Listen,
    Do you hear the meaning in her sobs or do you even care?
    Meant as a joke, words to heart,
    Crying,
    Dyeing,
    Laughing,
    Maybe she will find the way.
    If not thy finds her in my own path,
    To pick up in carry is no burred an.
    For her friend she waits,
    Listening,
    Waiting in the shadows but she lays crying,
    Not dyeing,
    Forever in this endless eternity she will stay,
    To thy my dearest friend.