They say you have to give,
and then you shall receive...
Shelves upon shelves of stories
Opened and closed by time...
Anything?
touch the sky...
I say please
and you say no...
Upon a chest the tears do fall
Splashing upon the wooden oak finish...
The scar reminds him everyday,
of their tragic fate...
I lost the compassion,
along with all it's mapping...
A dank and musty reek
drip...drop...
As you walk through the hall,
A scent of dead surrounds you...
Out of every second of every day,
A moment stands still, and a memory is born...
Soon things will again change,
no longer as easy as before...
Heroes they're called
Escaping from within...