My life is born in pain
 pain waves fragile
 threads into dreams,
 skies that are annihilated by
 the infinity of the galaxy

 Infinity,man´s unsolved riddle
 in the eternity
 but the fairytale of our life
 that became reality
 will never be destroyed

 Our hands tied together
 for a harsh life
 when we met
 on a cold inter´s night
 where only stars
 witnessed our happiness

 Lay three red roses
 on my grave
 they are for you
 once you follow me
 then i will wait by the gate
 whish i was denied in my youth
 the roses are three words
 i love you...


  "By WOLVERINE"