They fly around
day in - day out...

My name is hope
and i am just four...

The prey is near
this is its chance...

He's fading, indifferent to everything real
desperately crying for less pain to feel...

He creeps in the night
he has no life...

I know not where to run or hide
It's chasing fierce and still...

I tried to be passive and throw up my wall
say, "No men shall pass,&quot...

Man, those dang crushes
they burn holes in our hearts...

Some people may talk of their path through life
or maybe their broken road...

Oh, father time
with his beard long and white...

You're my beauty, my terror
my dark and my light...

The ...'s are pauses.. you have to read it with...
It hurts...so bad...