We'd dance through all the ocean,
We'd swim through all the fields...

I know this is long, but if you read it, I think...
Head bent low against the wind...

Wilted petals,
Fragile frail...

Head for something, not to win,
Then to simply just give in...

This is long, but please read it.
Wake me from my nightmarish dream...

Throw the bag upon my back,
Weigh me with an emerald sack...

No one understands the boy,
By the maple in the rain...

I hear yelling & I see your face turn to a grin
I know & I hate what is about to begin...

I guess I was wrong,
Through this lovely elation...

So this is what it's come to,
Your decision is now set...

A small, smooth hand runs along the worn granite
Upward it moves as it feels its way across a rough...

I escaped my agony, ran from grace,
I hid so much in my empty face...