My House Is Black
Filled With Watered Roses
In Darkness I Reside
Where Thoughts Can′t Cope To Mark Their Growth
Neither Time Can Frame
The Phenomenon Of Purpose
Neither I Can Frame
The Blessings Nor The Burdens
Time, Let Us Be
Let Our Thorns Have Their Way
The Brighter The Light Becomes
I Hope It Will Unveil
It Was All Worth My Pain