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

Songs long since set aside,
With stained-glass lies revealed...

You've finally pushed me too far,
I can't take it anymore...

I'm trying to write the final line, to complete my...
Yet as I sing it, I do fear, that I have composed...

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

Hush little one, don't say a word,
It does no good to speak...

Pain wells up inside my soul,
Filling the void that is my heart...

Scream for change,
Open up your mouth and speak...

The memories- they dance,
always at a distance...

Mere seconds,
and the whole of eternity...

How is it I miss a future,
That never came to be...

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