Thats it,
thats all...

This is Fred,
He sleeps on my bed...

I leaned in, standing on the very tips of my toes...
I felt the warmth of his lips on mine...

Let the object of objection
Become but a dream...

Power of the witches rise,
Course unseen across the skies...

I close the door
i close the wall...

In a room bathed in darkness,
silence...

Its always been the same through these days,
Always war, always pain...

I spent these hours,
these days...

I grew up in this place,
This place of fear...