I hear the maids whispering in the kitchen

I see the face of a stranger

I want so much more

I hear the crows screeching

I see the victim

I want so much more

I need to feel the cold rain on my skin

I touch the cold grass

I want so much more

I need to see the sun rising

I touch the warm tree bark

I want only a little more

I hear his angelic voice

I see his face in the distance

I need to at least say one word to him

I touch his warm face

I want nothing more than this moment