All alone I walk around my fears
being my soul's lament the only sound I hear
being my heart's dark all that I can't see
'cause I am lost in loneliness' big sea.
My love has left me and gone away
now with the thorns of a rose holding in my hand I stay
and no-one my silent shout can hear
and no-one can see sorrow feeding my tears.
Maybe when all my suffering I forget
the bloom of a new rose will be my sunrise and my sunset
but now I know that love's good smell
will always be my heaven and my hell.