Tonight I pick up a pen
As I sit alone in my room...

Don't petrify me
With your unseemly thoughts...

In the cold December darkness
An angel comes and wakes my dreams...

It was a warm day, December 31st of 1999
I remember it so well...

The darkening of the tranquil sky above
As gray clouds overtake the clear blue horizon...

We're all just living scripted lives
Drowned in insecurities...

Here is another failed attempt,
At freedom...

How did the world get so cold?
When once it felt...

I lay here
With my heart in my hands...

The rain falls gently against my window
That soft calming sound fills the space...

I don't know how to begin
How to start a conversation...

With every minute passing by
I get the feeling you're one step further away...