the angel was turned to stone
long, long ago
i see the fear on his face
reaching out to me

his stone hand
is wrapped around my wrist
i feel the regrets, the shame
his lover cries
from the stormy clouds
above his resting place

the stone angel
is coming back
isn't coming back

The fire is red as blood. I watch the flames go up in the air as I taste the sadness of the people whose houses have burnt to the ground. I turn back, but all I hear is the bursting and explosion of flames.

Am I violent,
Because you assume I am?
Is that really me?

See this little spot?
It's mine.
It's blue, purple, and green
All the colors so clear.
See this little spot?
It's mine.
It's freezing and boiling.
All so clear.
See this little spot?
It's mine.

Hello, Sunshine!
How are you today?
I love your outfit
With all your bright colors
Your warmth is comforting,
So toasty and your embrace is safe
*Thank you for leading my way today

I loved my friend.
They left me alone.
How could you?

Trust. Love. Hope
Dreams. Happiness.
Those words mean nothing to me.
*How could you?