I've seen them
And yet fine
The flower they carry had once been mine
Get away from me, man of stories
Robe of lies
Stay far from me
I lie to myself (it's not hurting)
I need help, but not from you or your father
Who's my saviour?
Lose myself in God's death
I can't bear all this pain
I had watched the snow all day
It never lets up
All day falling
I lifted my voice and wept out loud, "So this is life?"