Life threads through a needle
As distant as the sky is from thunder
Echose of pale hearts entread on my life
Distant cries as distant night approaches

Time passes as I sit alone on a
cloud of rolling thunder
Living in a time before I was
born
The earth's shaman now I
mourn
Shadows pass with their ages
As i sit alone on one man's
grave.

As the sky retires from Dawn to Dusk
I will not move on, but Yet I must
Uncover the Mysteries of My life
Yet I will only remember that of
Strife.

Dream...Dream of a pretty
place...Dream of the stars in
a sunlit sky...In waking
life their is reality...In dreams...
Reality cannot touch...

There's a fine line between
Reality and Illusion...
As I walk My Line I
Greet Confusion...

Memories that I will not
forget Are the memories I
have not yet lived.

Shadows dance throughtout
the Night. Saddened hearts
return to sleep. People
dream all the while. Though
I cannot My hearts
still vile.

Hidden behind my numb heart,
Lies your willingness to change me
To make me something just in part,
Of quiet crescendo's of sage that be...
Let's make me something better than Me.

Whispering your voice I hear
So many years for this to bear
Our last argument,
That fateful day
Let us light a candle
Ressurect thee, my way...
There is no other way.

Sweet 15, such a tender age,
I didn't even cry that day...
No more pain, let us turn the page,
Release me from anguish that happened
that May...
And only this I Pray...

For in part, for at last,
I have done as you asked,
For both of us, from our past,
I finally cried for you, tore off that
mask...
Seven years have past...

Weeping, I write this,
For you my freind, my only friend
Stay with me till the bitter end,
As I walk through clouds of
flight,
TO finally join you in your
Angel's guise.
Lift me high up and shelter
me,
As you always have,
Protect my new found heart and
blinded sight...

Fot at last, For at part,
Don't you see?

We made me something better
than me.