So often I've retreated to memories of my past,
that the present becomes a mirage...

Underneath the smoky veiled stars of night
I shiver as I wander the road of my memories...

I'm not the kind of person
to wallow in self-pity...

Betraying hope for lonliness
I walk the line or insanity...

The deathly wind that sighs
and reaks of pain and anguish...

I woke up that morning
not expecting what was coming...

How many times did I tell you before
Someday you were gonna walk out the door...

Holding on to hope so dear
helps me not to give into fear...

Every Person
That you meet...

I'm honest
I promise...

A world of misty castles
and storms throughout the land...

Echoing in the darkness
Through the blackest years...