They.
They who slowly rip away the life
from my little treasurebox that thrives
only in her eyes,

While she sits here numb fragile wings they fall.
And from the deepest bottom of my box i hear her call.
Forced down to their level
she falls down in surrender
while she cry´s.
Sparkling diamonds fall away,lost forewer
in the mystery that they now disguise,
as there own.

They.
They take and then they give her nothing back.
The only thing they leave´s a bleeding crack.
In a goable heart that belives only in the light.
I hope i wont hear her tiny tender voice,
and that bleeding soul surrender sore into the night.