You say
there is no such thing as perfection...

Am I listening to your heartbeat
or is it a call from above...

Behind the wall of sleep,
we played as beauty and the beast...

And here we are once again,
apart from each other...

We failed our mother as a child
Forgot her heart is warm and mild...

Every year, a new religion is born.
With that, a race of humans is formed...

The Stars have come down
onto the ground...

I am a dream catcher,
a lovely wild flower...

Holding onto a lifetime of heartbreak
will never set you free...

Last night,
I saw the ghost of our love...

Now, my days pass in this room of
desolation...

Often,
what I write on the paper is a letter...