Are angels superstition?
Is God there in the sky...

I try not cry, I act okay
I watch you slowly fade away...

Pain retarded
Strike the chord...

I promised to never walk again
or at least until it was to walk for you...

Shattered pieces of the glass
that glitter from the floor...

Her eyes were full of rivers,
Her heart lays on the floor...

What's the point in loving?
when all I get is pain...

I always was a solemn child,
with nothing much to say...

For every star I see tonight
I wish you may, I wish you might...

My tranquil, trickling river
you soothe my raging water...

Melodies of earlier days sadden my already tender...
Although these dusty, cob-webbed butterflies make...

Do I still wish, you ask?
Yes. I wish when I can...