Tiny bits of memories,
They trickle down from somewhere deep inside...

1st Verse:
I wake up in the morning, looking at the empty...

Settle down, sweet child,
Listen to my tone...

One day turns into another,
And I can't get along with anyone, not even my...

Erin of the Sycamore,
Holding in more pain than anyone has ever bore...

Wishing for something,
But I don't know what it is...

Soldiers sing a special hymn,
But the confidence has grown very thin...

1st Verse:
I know you are not happy, but then again, neither...

Sad faces are the norm,
Unhappy hearts that feel harmed...

I'm a little distracted,
Been trying to read...

There seems to be something odd,
A twitch of a branch, and indentation in the sod...

The dark mist moves through, scanning the local...
Looking for a weak person, pushing to imbibe...