The creative side has gone to war.

Like the love has changed the mind,
is my respect goes to the ground,
when even my goodness sound,
want be heard in the never ending death.

I miss the warm,
I miss the voice there says everything will be fine.
That good voice there says he always will love me to the death.

They all lies there, on the ground,
there so quiet on the floor, the big tree is heaving over them all.
And the madness is grow, and grow and grow,
over the goodness in the time.

My life doesn’t make sense.
Because you the one in my heart.
Its so hard to say goodbye,
and also say welcome.
But I think about you every day in my life.
Since the first time we did wrote,
that I try to tell you are:
I love you.

A tree can grow in hundred years,
and more maybe?
Why can we not live in hundred years?
Why do we need to die?
Why not live longer,
then now..?

When the moon,
coming on the sky,
and the stars will shine.
Will everybody look on the sky,
and they will opened their mind.
When that happened will the world be peaceful,
in eternity.

Some things will never be forgotten.
Some things will be forgotten yesterday.
Sometimes will somebody of us people die.
And right now will I just die,
well, what can be wrong with that?
I die, people will cry,
or maybe they will be silent to their own death.