5 (O) clock in the morning
& i hear a knock at my door...
A valley of death, killed
By the hand of the reaper...
So many goodbyes, As they all disappear;
I think this has driven me into fear...
I know what shes is thinking,
It's written on her face...
What has life meant to me?
Since the tender age of three...
We know the light,
the glimmering sphere...
There gallop the valiant knights
Their banners stream behind as robust kites...
Rapid heart beats
Kisses in the dark...
He's burning in the frozen fire of his own eyes
Fighting silently to hold his disguise...
My light feathered feet
Flow across the dulcet clouds...
Tonight the last
Shall have their word...
I want to go home so bad
But where is that...