Such a young life
That heaven has called...

I crumpled into your arms
Like the pages of a burning book...

Past the cracked skull
Gleaming through the dirt...

When the world is failing to flourish
Ask yourself what you would do...

Every night i wondered
Why you're never here...

Head pressed to the tile
Kissing the aged grout...

\\\"Dust in the wind\\\"
Never knew what that meant...

In a place with no water
A flower will die and turn to dust...

Object of my affection
Th rusted love's direction...

The person you see before you
Is not what she seems to be...

Through the tears that now stream down
Turning the delicate lace of my saddened soul...

When the world is dying all around you
Ask yourself what would you do...