Sarah's song

You tried to make me warm

and liked me in your sight

But i'm the daughter of storm

And i prefer the cold of night.

You tried to reach my hand

and tried to steal my heart

but you have to understand

That you can't break me apart.

So i scape, i run away

Don't know, maybe i was blind

and until now i swear

That you live inside my mind.

Now i don't answer to no one,

and anybody is on my side

I'm a queen without a throne

I Have no honor, i have no pride.

I live my own Drama,

I'm a eskimo on Sahara

you may call me lost woman

I honestly prefer Sarah.