The bottle dangles from limp hands
Upon the cold ground it now falls...

The quaking thunder in the distance
has shocked my ears from silent lore...

Silence echo down the halls
Upon the heart, a teardrop falls...

From far away she felt his stare
Upon her face a gentle light...

Come hither thee, young child of grace
To which the angels call down to earth...

The Raven's grasped in greedy hands
Into it's eye, she stabs the needle...

For just a moment
I want to forget...

Turn
Back the hands of time I beg you...

As I stand at the door of our once happy home
Dipped in dark shadows and here all alone...

I hear the knock of little fingers
I cackle with such glee...

We see them sleeping in the alleys
Cardboard boxes are their homes...

I've had it with reality
I need an intervention...