From the forthcoming album "On Eagles wings"


Here I am in chains
A prisoner of the fight.
Captive in the shell shocked shadows.
This foolish masquerade.
This lovers cheap charade
Has left be broken, blind and bloodied, betrayed.

This kind of love.
Don't do what it should.
This kind of love.
An imitation of.
It ain't no love.
No no no no it ain't no love.

So I ll walk these streets alone.
A stranger now to love.
But the memory of your face still lingers.
A cold and callous crime.
Love born to die.
Desert sand slipping through my fingers.

This kind of love.........

If love is so good.
Why does it hurt so bad.
Why does it cut like a knife through your heart.
Why does it bleed and scar?