Walk before you run
Don't fall if you try to fly...

I am the builder
A fort of words carefully constructed...

It took this long to realise
There should be no compromise...

Cold, empty churchyard
Bullets stain the holy shell...

Pulsing passion, as each vein is filled with gold
Arms outstretched, float on air, I leave my home...

These days of paradise
Stood on a balcony with a panoramic view...

A timeless place, set in timeless stone
Peaceful and proud, a mind of it's own...

His clammy fingers touch her pure complexion
His putrid breath, stains her perfection...

Everyday I pass that gate
'No Tresspassing' Well it's too late...

Fantasies keep us alive
The perfect nights, the perfect dreams...

Those that pass by this way
Bow their heads, silent and grave...

Lost in a field of words
Tragedy and comedy playing out side by side...