Woken up by the morning sun
Drifting hazily though my curtains...

Beautiful ghost shinning in the dark
Her silver hair flowing...

Silently I waited
Soundlessly I cared...

Tender darkness creeps and crawls
As the spread of evil falls...

I stare so softly at your face
Wondering deeply if there was a trace...

One day you'll run
One day you'll fly...

Sunny meadows, buttercups on fire
Beautiful birdsong...

That look, that touch, that fated feel
The pleasure overcoming...

Blank canvas
It whispers for a touch...

The broken thoughts rain down on me
Shattered dreams of reality...

As the salty pearl
Drops down my cheek...

Twirling around my little finger
The wire cuts through...