Willow
(Rosenkrieg)
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 torn 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
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