What is happening?
There is a war...

In the beginning,
A series of quick glances...

Rain begins,
Its slow patter on my window...

To shed that single tear,
Makes the world clear again...

It takes two to sin the way we do,
But in a troubling world full of wicked people...

They were always there for you,
And always gave good advice...

Once the glue,
Of a broken family...

Talent...
Is the way we see ourselves...

Darkness embraces the living,
As I watch the moon now rise...

Can you not see?
And realize...

The moon is full,
The music beats...

Reaching so far,
Touching nothing...