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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

As we bow down in appreciation to what we have
We close our eyes on the smiles we left behind...

I am walking my soul to heaven
On a road so unclear...