In the midst of all so fine, ring the bells of pain… In the summer of our life, storms a silent scream… From the womb that gives all life, the rhythm has changed forever. A poisoned gift for our hearts, eternally wounded. In the middle of the storm, I saw your lifeless face. In the summer of my life, the loss of my princess. From the womb that gives all life, your feather light body felt. The rhythm has changed forever, once I held the priceless… Hearing nothing, feeling it all, is the taste that sticks… If only your lips could have moved just for a single kiss… My open wound will bleed, my heart is torn apart. My open wound will bleed, a silent yelling life, my open wound that screams…