Even in the depths of my mind
i never knew...

Her hands are stained
not with the blood of others...

This hurts, the burning inside
the dark fighting against the light...

The broken colors of a battlefield,
the hungry children in the street...

Sparkles of a melody in my mind
a chilling song of grief...

So beautiful was my sunrise
the dusty color of your eyes...

The rippling of an old song's tune
spinning hauntingly in sound...

Everytime I cry
As each godforsaken tear...

Like a puppet, swinging in a forgotten wind
my head nodding to his every word...

Weakly, for drained I am of every strength,
reach my tattered hands toward the sun...

I wonder... if every time I dream of you,
you also dream of me...

A whisper of air touching his head,
fondling his moonlit hair, whisking away...