Willow
Just give me nailsTo be my burden
Give me nailsTo be my burden
Crucified emotions struggle to surviveAnd the truth, she has not heard for longCold and bare, but sacred ?Who has the guts to spread such lies?
A picture of a willow - with a widow in blackA child to bear - in blooming beauty
For she gave birth to dust
(Sweet dreams... you bastard!)
Roses covered by a layer of snowFreezing wind surroundingWhat you call holy feetJust a child without a wooden cross
Just give me nailsTo be my burden
Give me nailsTo be my burden
Afflicted hands towards heavenHow could you dare deny ?
How can you blame a widowFor detesting who you are ?
Bare of sore - touch naked boundariesAnd empty hands - a widow's life
And she gave birth to dust