The Rocking Chair
The wind so cool, the middle of March...

Worlds collide,
but who shall win...

The specifics.
Oh, the specifics aren't that important, just...

The Wind.
Wings like eagles fly out of my sides...

Burning deep inside lies bodies deathly cold,
holding on so tightly, to life the devil's mold...

I wonder how they felt,
what came to their mind...

There's A Passion In Her Voice...

There's Not Much I Can Recall With Certainty.
The light bulb's died, there's not much light...

And, the academy director
teaching us how to stand so tall...

There's this feeling
that causes my heart to break...

Vanishing particles uneasily found
have caused the cancer to surround...

Dreams are coming to an end.
As you're becoming my only friend...