With quill a scene is captured
Watercolors splashes mind...

She goes about her busy day
Not taking time to tend...

Something killed me, Inside the darken tomb I lie
No words were spoke to me, no form of an alibi...

Another day has gone by, Night is now upon me
The moon is sending teardrops to comfort...

A sweet little angel with tattered wings
Upon the dusty cloud, she rests her feet...

Inside the soul that crumbles
from pain too much to bare...

While scanning the darkened sky
Upon the drifts of mist...

She promised herself, she'd live with no regrets
But as she sat and pondered this, she now had to...

I look upon the heavens for the answers I can't...
I'm sure someone is up there looking down on me...

See not with eyes of pain and sorrow
'Tis but an empty soul you seek...

His guitar strapped upon his back
He traveled down the dusty road...

Just a pitter patter of a tick inside your chest
Pumping veins with new blood, as it travels...