A photgraph will recapture a time
just like a poem will tell you a rhyme...

The tides are changing
The beginning has reached the end...

Theres a girl I know webbed with doom
Shes weaved with enchanted roses at bloom...

Her casket chamber is where she lives in her...
Always waiting her heart screams...

Fire raindrops patter on the glass
Fire raindrops burn the grass...

Im standing in the classroom
Reading every ones tears of gloom...

I entered a weeping room
The only missing memory is a tomb...

The party has started
Each heart has bled...

Shaggy brown hair
Distant eyes who just dont care...

A distant memory
Of the secrets of treachery...

Lonliness is the sorrow of the the heart
and with this sorrow we must part...

My tears are shapeless
My feelings I can never express...