A small problem
Not talked about...

A golden rose
Finds its hue...

The beauty of a dying star
To hear a scream but be too far...

Walking miles of road unmarked with sin
Trying to find your self deep withen...

Fan blades turning round and round
A dark twist on reality...

I peer into the lonely night
Your soul is just out of sight...

Among all the many wrongs
Can you say you have comitted none...

So leave me here
I'm still holding on for fear...

A Sapphire crystal burning out
From within without a doubt...

The nightngale is my alarm clock
The moon is my sun...

Inclandesent tears stream down
Flowing now without a sound...

Waiting as the sky turns grey
Waiting as we all have a price to pay...