I wish I could hear the sun
not as a gleaming ball of fire in the sky...

A whisper, softly carressing my skin
fascination of the words within...

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

Everytime I cry
As each godforsaken tear...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes it's better not to know
a message written on the floor...