You know what you must say,
but somehow you just can't put it into words...

All those live taken,
Because of one psychotic man...

You think everything is alright,
That she's fine now...

I hate the memories it brings,
And the way it makes me cry...

My angel wings need repairng,
so you and i can fly up high...

Sunshine, life on my lips,
you gotta live...

Your eyes are glassy
from your angel tears...

She can feel it pressing against her
Squeezing the happiness from her mind...

Have you ever had,
Memories spill from within an object...

It runs in our whispers and dreams,
A mother's child has gone missing...

I cried on my 16th birthday,
In the comfort of my father's arms...

I'm sitting in the car,
Watching the trees pass by...