Like a dream
Slowly fading...

A sense of belonging
From around that corner...

Keep looking down 'cos I don't wanna see
A myriad of angels glaring down at me...

Perhaps such words come faster
Not because of ease...

"You fear your death, my love?
I ask you why, right now...

And the wind screams
Shaking the foundations of the trees...

I feel like a stranger
Foreign to their grief...

Turn each sodden page
Then as the ink begins to dry...

Black, so dark, so dead
I cannot bear to see no life...

It was freedom
It was freedom, right...

Made a new friend in the haze today
Got caught in the mists of yesterday...

Gone on
Lost in the unfamiliar...