On the day it comes
All will stand before it...

Pull yourself up
grip the chains that hold you up...

I feel so close to you
Our hearts beat in synch...

Forget about me
Have fun...

It's a gift from me to you
A shot of paradise...

Looking out into the crowd
So many people...

A vast, empty parking lot
A miniature forest fighting to gain ground against...

My family, only by blood, stand around me.
Reeling still, from what I've had to do...

Days pass
bruises fade...

There's an angel on my doorstep.
Her smile is fixed...

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage...
Dylan Thomas...

There's a story behind every word
Pain speaks for itself...