Forged from the weakest flames,
I am worked to the core. My blade dull and blunt...

Pain.. It's more than a feeling.
More than something that hurts...

Let the wind blow on..
Gently and forever...

My creator, my love, my soul;
Through you I saw the world...

No matter what I do, no matter what I say..
Everything just slips through my grasp...

Visions of the past
Never really last...

Lurking in the crevice of my heart,
Is a broken dream as fragile as glass...

Searching through my mind
Visions are going blind...

Loneliness fills my thoughts
As the quietness swept over my heart...

An endless rain floods my world;
Wiping everything from existence...

Tick Tock goes the clock
on my wall...

Shoes worn down by the sands of time
As the marching of feet chimes...