Grave is the place; we can relate
Noddingly, we accept the fate...
shadows-silently gather in black,
an orchestra of cries; echoes weeping...
People say that I am an orphan
And on the earth, a cursed son...
A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...
I slumber with Morpheus and he has his way with me...
Or so it seems in these waking dark dreams...
Having lived in Macclesfield for fifteen years...
Ian, I leave a lighter to light your darkest...
I always looked
up to you...
Broken, empty, bruised and battered
Gone away has all that mattered...
It was an early morning of September 11,
A day i took a deep thought of hell and heaven...
You're on my mind
every single day...
We laid him away low
I cried today first time in years...
on the other side of the world
I stand my post...