He is the Labyrinth of my love,
as gentle as the night sky in the desert
he an alluring creature is my bane, my root,
my rock and sanity. He is like venus' picture,
This tale is true and mine.
My god-daughter Chloe no longer has her parents because Jesus Christ needed them to be angels and leave her behind.
They loved her very much and didn’t want to leave her side but they couldn’t deny God’s calling.
I sometimes wonder where I belong
This feeling of distance sometimes so strong
It’s a feeling I can’t explain
One of being alone, divided and sometimes in pain
I went down to the earth
Looking for the wisdom, thinking that you might be there
Looking inside the dark for you
But you was there having the blood in your eyes,