I Write Poetry
21 years of pain ,
21 years of this mortal death ,
21 years and I'm still here,
21 years of sorrow and fear,
Beauty has faded away,
Fatal roses are here to stay,
Nothing to help but dark poems,
Silver moon within the 7th sky,
The echo of a howl in the cruellest woods,
and I , I in this house far away to be a home,
Dreaming my self in Rome ,
Dreaming life while I stuck my self with a knife,
Dreaming summer sky while my soul ,
Is in the winter hold up hight.
Cry little darling cry,
Soon with angels you'll fly,
Heaven's road under your feet,
Leading you far from hell's heat,
Human child lived in grief ,
Now in heaven you shall have no fear ,
Cruelness here don't exist my dear ,
Black turned to white ,
Night turned to light ,
Birds shall sing you lullabies ,
The sound of happiness cries .
Holy angel what are those beautiful sighs,
Eyes drown from cries ,
Blood no more , grief no more,
Here I am somewhere better than Rome?
Here I am at my real home .
21 years of this mortal death ,
21 years and I'm still here,
21 years of sorrow and fear,
Beauty has faded away,
Fatal roses are here to stay,
Nothing to help but dark poems,
Silver moon within the 7th sky,
The echo of a howl in the cruellest woods,
and I , I in this house far away to be a home,
Dreaming my self in Rome ,
Dreaming life while I stuck my self with a knife,
Dreaming summer sky while my soul ,
Is in the winter hold up hight.
Cry little darling cry,
Soon with angels you'll fly,
Heaven's road under your feet,
Leading you far from hell's heat,
Human child lived in grief ,
Now in heaven you shall have no fear ,
Cruelness here don't exist my dear ,
Black turned to white ,
Night turned to light ,
Birds shall sing you lullabies ,
The sound of happiness cries .
Holy angel what are those beautiful sighs,
Eyes drown from cries ,
Blood no more , grief no more,
Here I am somewhere better than Rome?
Here I am at my real home .