Why is it that sometimes my sleeping hours seem as...
And others it's hard to believe sleep came to me...

It's such a s**t conclusion
Living my illusion...

And the wind screams
Shaking the foundations of the trees...

Sometimes it is hard to find your way,
Sometimes the perfect person is there to guide...

I got lost in a plastic bag
All caught up in the ways of the world...

It's been too long to dwell on dreams
The darkness can no longer heal me...

Here I am, standing, praying and bowing
To the mercies of the bereft and hollow...

With the petals breathed in close
Until the blooms tickled his nose...

If this is the best of all consequences
I fear and dread the opportunity to know...

Life sometimes gets a little complicated
And death takes us all for fools...

Emancipation of our soulful deliverance
The crucifixion of our sought for salvation...

Three years on and I remember
The night that changed my world...