Willow Letra

Crucified emotions struggle to survive
And the truth, she has not heard for long

Cold and bare, but sacred?
Who has the guts to spread such lies

A picture of a willow - with a widow in black
A child to bear - in blooming beauty

For she gave birth to dust

Roses covered by a layer of snow
Freezing wind surrounding,
What you call holy feet
Just a child without a wooden cross

Afflicted hands towards heaven
How could you dare deny?

How can you blame a widow
For detesting who you are?

Bare feet so sore - touch naked boundaries
And empty hands - a widow's life

And she gave birth to dust