Winds blow across the sands of times
Causing ripples in consciousness...

I walk down a dark hallway
And look all around...

Horrid little monster under my bed
Teeth worn sharp and eyes glowing red...

Silently walking
Trying not to be heard...

How many times must the young children cry
How many times must the weak fall and die...

A girl sits there crying
Everything has gone wrong...

Darkness falls on the unfortunate
All they see is black...

Crimson tears fall from my veins
Specked with my many pains...

Mounted on a wall,
For everyone to see...

Fantasy worlds with magic tales
Pretending we were someone else...

Why must the world fade
Into nothing more...

My troubles are long gone
Now I'm standing here...