And he sings his song to the grace of air
Wrap it in the drops of rain...

Well I am singing the blues
For the cold nights I spent in fear...

A sense of tranquility attack the place with no...
A touch of magic, broken by realists so oblivious...

The sky seems dark, and the end is looming
The thunder seem ruthless for life it's drooling...

In my sleep I see words floating
In a colorful sky of mine...

Excuse my form, structure, and words
Sanctuary is all I seek...

Hey you stranger, will you miss me when I am gone?
The answer seems easy, but it isn't as easy as it...

Out of Bliss I draw
Picture dreams from the past...

Hey you rogue star of hell
My rage has grown as big as you...

Dwell in my soul again
Dig deeper, find my swords of words...

I draw these words in a peace of mind
Like colorless curtains to hide behind...

Words are the same, Souls are the same
Evilness is masked, as the good roll in shame...