The leopard stalks along the track
Searching for a meal...

Closing the wings of doves
Razing the beautiful hue of roses...

Dull thorns imbed themselves
into my soul...

When we were young we used to follow the old
road. It was swollen, pregnant like our minds...

The oceans have frozen
but the ice has melted...

Swirling around in the darkness
hoping to find something to set me free...

Would you have me fall to the ground
and dwell forever beneath it...

The cold night grows and birhgtly the moonshines
but It can't show my minds horrible twisted vine...

The willfull swords of stealers
hitting the wounds of the stolen...

I walked down the road
staring at the ground...

Guarding the sullen fortress of hope
you stand a soldiers stance...

Won't you hand me back my life?
You've stolen it away...