Dying before death
Hanging by a string...

Perfection is perception
No meanings are identical...

A whisper is heard from a distance
A man's eyes turn toward the sound...

It's easier spoken than acted
It's simplier piled under your mind...

Knowledge is one who peers at the world with...
But doesn't cast away hope...

Heavy heart, heavy head
Can't get much rest tonight...

How can I distinguish the real from the fantasy?
The lost from the found...

A scheme forced in a scene of optimism
A light sound unheard flutters out of reach...

Don't wash away the stress I feel,
or vanish away all the pain...

I don't mind the dark
I can't see the light...

Beneath all you see,
what could lie beyond...

A dove's fragile wings grace through the gentle...
Where the sun pours out it's mighty rays...