Once my fingers touch that key
images and words reveal to me...

Always there that cloud above
never letting my heart to love...

Shadows shroud mirrors upon walls
eerie moon rise to hidden calls...

Tender wisps of morning fog
seeping past old fallen logs...

Cry till your tears no more
Many events are still in store...

Moonlight rise from the trees
a round white figure one can see...

Child born and shadows rise
Home of secrets and despised...

Sweet caresses by the wind
harmony at it's utmost grace...

Wipe your sorrow wipe your tears
Do not cry for I am near...

Hope was all she carried
the day she knew she was married...

Fall of night's hideous minds
in which all elements start to combine...