The good soldier scanned the hillside with gun...
ready to end the disappointing...
I made one last promise not too long ago. Not to...
Do you know what it feels like,
Loving someone every single day...
Andromache
Dragged over the field went your man of such...
Sneaking into emptiness of fear,
haunting queries of the night...
With the skill of a surgeon
wielding a feather edge scalpel...
One, two, three,
she counts the cuts that...
From afar a wolf cries--
echoing mournfully...
Only you have the power
To do what you do...
I'm still struggling to remember
the moments we once shared...
Scars,
on her wrist...
I lack that self confidence that everyone needs.
I lack that belief that I can succeed...