If I'm only dreaming,
That means this isn't real...

Whistle of winter winds,
The click of the lock...

As I take a look around,
There are many things wrong with what I see...

His words were poetry.
Every ebb and flow...

(Song)
So many words to choose...

Secrets hidden well,
To cover up the shame...

The shadows play across the wall,
Fear floating stagnant through the air...

I have been searching,
striving...

Frigid fall morning
arms wrap warmly around me...

Tell me why it has to be this way,
So hard sometimes just to get through...

The shadows crawl across colorless walls,
In varying shades of ever-darkening black...

You stood there, as I fell to the floor,
You just watched me cry...