Monuments of grace
Discharge my credits
The future is my past
Take a risk — survive
Fortunate belief
Enter — communicate
Contrasts — black and white
Disgusting beauty
Roses dying
Just in secrecy
Children crying
Their flowers bloom
Innocence rejected
Virginal deceit
Secret
Hidden
You dare to speak
Whispers, gentle
Your voice, so weak
Learn to hate
Learn to fake
Learn to feel
Learn to heal