My momma braided my hair too tight
and though I begged her, "Momma, please&quot...

Lovely dragon made of glass
Upon my shelf is where he sat...

Before the horse drawn hearse,
In black top hat and tails...

Arise with the beauty of dawn
Feast your eyes upon the splendor...

Upon the final day of war, he stood shaken
With the death toll reaching over a thousand...

With weathered hands, she reached inside
Her pockets deep and grasped the gold...

Sometimes you look right through me like I wasn't...
Not seeing hidden longing of a heart wrenched with...

The hopelessness of love's surrender
Upon the dream of falling stars...

The darkness
now engulfs me...

They say a friend will know your need
Will stand beside you when you grieve...

When I'm surrounded by the shadows,
as the sun is going down...

The bottle dangles from limp hands
Upon the cold ground it now falls...