What is it with you that ties my tongue,
clouds my thoughts and steals my time...

From the darkness I stride
to stand in the light once more...

The price of this paper
will be but a grain of sand...

Once again I return to the arms of my journal
in which lay my soul, mind and heart eternal...

I hear the sound of bells ringing in the distance,
the slow deep toll of death’s chime...

I find my self waking in the night
longing for your touch...

From God I came.
Through life I walk...

In the light of tomorrow
I see my path...

You carried me
nine months, that’s a long time...

With tender eyes I cry for the pain I know you...
I know what you go through, I have walked this...

Many the days have numbered
since I last trusted my thoughts to paper...

As now I walk through the hallways of time
I look back at the evil cost and fee...