As I walked across this bridge of dreams
I see such wonderful things...

All I ever thought about,
While we were one...

This is all over,
Every little bit...

Truth shall be spoken,
While a man is dying...

Every morning I wake,
My dreams cause me pain...

There's this girl I always think about,
All throughout the day...

I want a girl who...just likes me
I'd rather not have to prove...

As the leaves start to vicissitude;
Hues of red, brown, yellow, and orange...

It's a hard thing,
To live without you...

When I think about you, and your beauty,
I think of angels...

The Ghath of a dream
The Gargon of fear...

Yours,
Are those I could laugh into...