I'm feeling out the door
I'm looking out my window
I'm seeing a lot of snow
I'm supposing the snow is white
I fell my eyes bright
I saw the snow red
I replayed my life
While I'm being in the bed.
My dream was to be wife
My dream is,after my problems,
My dream is to take off the knife
I'll not find the terms
That can make you feel what is inside
but, by the time, you'll understand that the war
You'll understand that I had died when I was born
