To be free is to see,
the microscopic veins of leaves...

Muzzles to the sky.
Howls rise to the heavens...

Walking down the rows.
Looking out at me behind the glass...

They no longer pay attention to me.
They point and laugh...

Windows to my Soul
Holding centuries of pain...

For your sisters sake don't do it.
She has to tell to help you...

When I had heard you had left
I was to young to realize you would never wake...

Tears cannot convey the pain of saying goodbye.
It may only be for a few months...

The day you left
I watched you slip away...

Knew each other in spirit, before we met in life.
First meeting we thought we had met before, but...

Waking up to blood not my own
Dripping from above...

Death is an open door to another life.
Death to me is an open door to ones I have lost...