I wish i could have gotten to know my life
to look and meet all the people...

Through the dying embers
of innocent dreams...

Rain falling from the sky
dripping from the heavens...

My soul screams to me
it wants to be free of flesh...

You branded me happy
satisfied you turned away...

Please Don't hate me
I will take all the blame...

Like a nightingale
i sing my song of fairwell...

I ask the blind puppeteer
could i buy your puppet...

This child stares at me with unblinking eyes
in them i see a reflection...

My eyes open
As i walk to wards the great oak tree...

I wear my mask
Its porcelain Smile...

I was a child of the old gods
I believed in the human spirit...