She is that, that brings me joy
Yet she is that, that gives me pain...

Dieing daily, wanting it to stop, mind wavering on...
Epiphany, an awakening, the other side's...

Cry, cry for the weeping willow, for it has no...
Watch its mournful sway, its dance for the wounds...

Parading around in my mind all alone.
Revolting against everything I ever believed...

The dieing light,
Cathes the fading clouds...

Stand and fight O' peaceful fools,
and leave your words away...