They've told me I was guilty,

and my hands were getting cold.

I hid them underneath my veil.

I gaze into the sand,

which never ends.

And cried to stones,

my only friends.

I knew I'm gonna lose,

the only part of you,

which is left.

I looked at my fingers,

they've written stories,

about love...about death.

They've touched thy body,

and run through your hair,

they made love with yours,

and showed how we cared.

Now, the only picture of you,

deeply in my heart,

was stained with blood,

and torn appart.