Each night begins the tradition
Draw the water slip into the bath...

A field,
Empty of all but us...

Tired of the same old game,
I hide beneath a sheer cover of invisibility...

I remember
The touch of your fingers across my bare skin...

What have we done to have this happen to us?
To have darkness fall on us the sinners...

This is a feather. A what?
A feather, it's used to soar above the pain, this...

This is a test, a simple easy test,
You needn't worry, you cannot fail...

I pour my soul like water on sand.
I form and mold, it breaks, but i mend...

Forget the tears cried under cloak of night,
Forget troubled thoughts of long dead plight...

Hey there I know you,
Been a long time, meant to visit you...

Hand thouched chain,
Close my eyes...

Let it flow down quietly
Like the tears from his eyes...