No hint o’ sound, no ray of light
Not a friend, not an enemy that I can fight
Its so null,so weird, so uninhabited
Its almost as if time’s been terminated
My heart is slowly dying out as it beats
I feel dead from the inside, as the history repeats
O…will my Jesus show up and release
Me of myself,as I shout, as I scream for peace…

But, if the fabric is frayed
All your stitches will just give away.

So, why stitch at all
When all you’ll have
Is another tear you can’t stitch away?
Another hot tear to wipe away?

As we watched the night sky,
And those shooting stars,
And made our wishes
Together,
I believed that
We’d walk into the sunset
Together:
Holding hands
Forever-
Never
That we’d end up
Playing Blind-Man’s-Buff
Among these dark, desolate tomb-stones
In this ghoulish, grieving graveyard.

The serenade of our hearts
Gently beating
Together,
The soft cooing of doves,
The cuckoo songs that soared
Along with our passion’s flight:
Are now swallowed
By the seething silence
Of jilted love’s plight,
And the melancholy howls of wolves
On New Moon nights
Longing for the days gone by
When they ran wild.

As we watched the night sky,
And those shooting stars,
And made our wishes
Together,
I believed that
We’d walk into the sunset
Together:
Holding hands
Forever-
Never
That we’d end up
Playing Blind-Man’s-Buff
Among these dark, desolate tomb-stones
In this ghoulish, grieving graveyard.

The serenade of our hearts
Gently beating
Together,
The soft cooing of doves,
The cuckoo songs that soared
Along with our passion’s flight:
Are now swallowed
By the seething silence
Of jilted love’s plight,
And the melancholy howls of wolves
On New Moon nights
Longing for the days gone by
When they ran wild.