A lost souls only friend is Mother Nature herself.
Her expanding plains brings opportunity to all.
But behind such beauty, awaits a planet to fall.
A plague lives within her, but she still stands tall.
You can't walk to heaven without walking through the depths of hell.
Ironic, but sufferings your best friend.
Its torchure, and more torchure until the very end.
God watches from the top, and not one teardropp sheds his eyes.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Why am I struggling,
Why am I in such pain,
Through the open plains lies a princess waiting to be saved.
Many years of isolation pays off.
The spell is no more.
The curse is broken.
It's constant yelling.
It's constant beating,