Willow — Diary of Dreams

Just give me nails To be my burden

Crucified emotions struggle to survive And the truth, she has not heard for long

Cold and bare, but sacred ? Who has the guts to spread such lies

A picture of a willow - with a widow in black A child ton bear - in blooming beauty

For she gave birth to dust

Roses covered by a layer of snow Freezing wind surrounding, What you call holy feet Just a child without a wooden cross

Afflicted hands towards heaven How could you dare deny ?

How can you blame a widow For detesting who you are ?

Bare of sore - touch naked boundaries And empty hands - a widow's life