• She sings in a voice of gold,
    Alluring iciness,
    She sings of a broken heart,
    Who listens?
    She can not hold the warmth,
    Anymore then water in your hands,
    She sings stitches into soul wounds,
    But can no longer heal herself,
    She sings out onto the silence,
    Of the world,
    Of her soul,
    Of yours,
    There is no longer gold,
    In her voice,
    Her skin like ice,
    Alluring no more,
    She sings of a broken heart,
    Who listens?
    She has no more warmth,
    Anymore then her remembers,
    The voice of gold.