Ana Lama

If you think that I am ruined

I'm not ruined, I am whole

I am fine, not even broken

Maybe soft-spoken, maybe so

Although my bones you may have shattered

It doesn't matter, 'cause I am whole

And you crushed me like a flower

The final hours but how to go

I thought you loved me

The way you touched me

Your wicked violence I did not know

I thought the father was the protector

Was the creator but you are none

Although my bones you may have shattered

It doesn't matter, 'cause I am whole

If you think that I am ruined

I'm not ruined, I am whole

I am fine, not even broken

Maybe soft-spoken, maybe so

Although my bones you may have shattered

It's only matter, it's not my soul