On a waterfront cliff
That overlooks the bay...
All built up
For all to see...
From the minute im born
I earn my flames...
Her white hair
Falling out...
On a windless driven day
When all whispers are down...
Like snowprints
Pressed into snow...
I see beauty in all of existence
as ver'ly as nature's own persistence...
I wake up in the morning
not recognizing the view...
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think...
The odds stacked against us
Slim chance at that...
Seconds seems like hours, slowly
As darkness drifting to my face...
If i was a fragment
What could i be...