And so one can see me
standing here alone...

Life is a funnel,
constantly moving...

He saw her standing there
alone, insecure, and helpless...

Look from here to the rising sun
golden rays against the pink...

With a small piece of hope
a little bit of hate...

I take a long look around,
And all I can see...

Silence
A deafening reality...

A wish
Only a wish...

Just because
i felt like it...

A slender figure in her snowy gown
the cool breeze drifting through her dark hair...

Hands
reaching...

I sit down on a rock
to think about my life...