something so pure was born,glacet my face,thouths my heart,
an object and a feeling the same and jet apart,
a conection between sadness and gladness,
a concetion made mostly of love and hurt,trust or friendship,words and emotions,
something so pure,glacet my face and coverd it,left its marks bit by bit,
something so pure is rolling over my cheek,is taking my breath,won't let me speak,
pretending to be out of emotions,out of fear,but they keep comming , why are they here?
something ow so pure is not supose to stay...so close your eays and maybe they"ll go away,
in your heart you"ll have to make a turn,walk away and let it burn..
someting so pure will be born again,but you'll be ready,you'll be stronger cause you know you can,
but ther might come a day you'll break down to your knees,just turn your heart again and maybe you'll fing peace..