Willow - Diary of Dreams

Just give me nails

To be my burden

Crucified emotions struggle to survive

And the truth, she has not heard for long

Cold and bare, but sacred?

Who has the guts to spread such lies

A picture of a willow — with a widow in black

A child ton bear — in blooming beauty

For she gave birth to dust

Roses covered by a layer of snow

Freezing wind surrounding

What you call holy feet

Just a child without a wooden cross

Afflicted hands towards heaven

How could you dare deny?

How can you blame a widow

For detesting who you are?

Bare of sore — touch naked boundaries

And empty hands — a widow’s life