• In tears I break,
    a suttle sound,
    my tears they fall,
    and touch the ground,
    a plant then feeds,
    to drink my pain,
    from tears of hate,
    that fall like rain,
    I close my eye's,
    and see through,
    a growing plant,
    now starts anew,
    I start to breath,
    to calm myself,
    my bottled pain,
    now on the shelf,
    relax a bit,
    and hear a song,
    my pain is gone,
    but not for long.