There is so much I wish you could see,
blinded by the wishes of what used to be...

Under the bright night stars,
in cool clear mist...

This mirror is broken,
It must be cracked...

In the memory of my mom:
My angel in the sky...

In the rain I stand,
clear blue knife in hand...

I want to go home,
but its no longer what I've always known...

I know how much you care,
But I cannot escape my own fear...

I walk towards the concrete world.
Where colds truths wait...

On that day
the sun glinted on loves eye...

On that day
the sun glinted on loves eye...

Your words fly overhead,
carried by the wind that is your breath...

Under the stars,
We're all so small...