He stands before his audience,
Tall and strong...

I'm waiting,
waiting for you...

This empty Hallway,
speaks to me of quiet desperation...

The wind carries her voice back to me,
echoing the quotes and morales she lived by...

I stare at the puzzle before me,
trying to fit the pieces together, just like my...

The clock keeps the steady beat,
reminding us of our wasted time...

Don't turn your back on me,
when i am blind and cannot see...

Watching the lights as they grow near,
I steal myself preparing for the worst...

I lost it along the way
the peace inside my soul...

The storybook is torn
the pages are burned...

You remind me of the clouds
how they soar so swiftly...

My heart beats,
faster...