Sweet Angels' voice I hear
Father's presence hovers near...

Innocence lost which never was
guilt heaped as it leads to death...

I once sold my soul
wicked hands on unwitting scrolls...

The most beautiful of dreams is always fleeting...

What owns beauty more than this beacon of hope?
what more glorious? more divine...

Hope is lost
future is bleak...

Denied by right
yet pain is brought...

Let things die
let sleeping dogs lie...

Life and love sways to beats
love in hearts...

The one feels lost so far away,
one whom id rather see...

Noiseless
voiceless...

When bridges are burnt and doors are closed
as life tries to bring me down...