When i stand with you
face to face...

Hell, the above world's bitter, terrible fate
This world shall be borne with anger and hate...

I'm lost in screaming
pain of feeling...

The first time I saw you
I knew it was true...

If ever the dark skies will clear
Will i still hear your silent screams...

Sometimes the sun
goes round the moon...

I know you really do not care and I would not ask...
I would never ask questions that would only make...

She cried, silently screaming
As she stroke the paths of evening...

Sweet silence,
Empty words that bear out...

In the meadow
the fantasy reveals...

You told me once that if I could
close these eyes...

The End
its funny how a fake smile...