Ghostly specters in the night.
They are with me at twilight...

At the end of the day
we take comfort that...

A moment of silence then a moment of clarity;
Power is immeasurable running through my body...

The shadow children were playing on the wall.
Came the shadow child searching for the ball...

Between night and day
an invisible line appears...

One night I dreamed
that I was in...

Fireflies flickering in the dark.
The dark can love the light...

She taught me how not to be sad.
The insanity was making me mad...

We breathe the air and we get by.
But we are so much more than air...

At last I have found my rain
and I feel so free...

I like the little swings.
The roller coasters are scary...

Should I love you this way?
Do I know that you will stay...