On the carousel at midnight
I see blank faces in the twilight...

I look in the mirror
And what do I see...

I’ve been away for way too long.
Coming back to where I belong...

Feel better my love.
Soar like a newly freed dove...

Quickly your face contorts.
Moving around the warts...

People fill the pews
Just to hear the news...

As I lie in this bed
I heard sounds and they hurt me...

Take your parents’ loving hands
And go willingly to the pool...

Come young warrior, to the lands of old,
A place of which many a story has been told...

The prettiest gun ever seen,
The greatest weapon that had ever been...

I’m walking and I’m crying,
My heart is almost done dying...

A boy with passion so powerful
That his heart burned...