Not knowing i had no heart
i was content in my death...

The most beautiful of dreams is always fleeting...

Innocence lost which never was
guilt heaped as it leads to death...

Can a man waste away so young?
can no future be in store...

The fuse is lit,
You might now run...

The fact remains that everybody is trying to go...

If you wish to end this now
the lord knows you can...

If there never be one more word said
between the battered and broken...

Once lost, we know value true
but evermore do we seek again...

Sweet Angels' voice I hear
Father's presence hovers near...

If I walk away,
I'm a liar...

The one feels lost so far away,
one whom id rather see...