I sat on the silent sand,
as the water trickled below my feet...

When I see that photograph,
I see a genuine smile...

In a town where no one goes,
In a yard where nothing grows...

It flows on the edge of the world,
a pristine white stream of water...

It was a stone,
that's all it ever was...

As I walked home,
From a long day at work...

It was prime time, the question did prevail,
but to utter those words, every time I failed...

It was the last thing,
that belonged to her...

While we rest in peace
after spending myself I had earned this trip...

A silent figure,rowed in the dark,
It had no lust for the silver moon...

The day was gloomy, particular rainy weather,
and for a jacket or umbrella, I never bother...

Rising in a vortex of smoke,
leaving behind this ashen heart...