Where have you gone, my child
Now I must weep for thee...

Befall thy love my sweet embrace
Upon this night thy truth be told...

Laying in this bed of slumber
Tossing and turning inside my head...

Where do you store a broken heart
Until it finally heals...

As sorrow drifts among my dreams
And night fades in to gray...

On my way home from school one day
I saw a cardboard box...

A thought, by any other name
Might make the nectar sweet...

Several people make their home
Right inside my head...

Echoes
By: Twisted Heart...

With list in hand, I hit the door
Grab the cart, skid cross the floor...

You draw me
Like a moth to a flame...

The darkness comes upon the brink
The stars have found their glow...