Walking down the road
straight through the park...

For the one who knows who it's for...

Against a tree
a boy once leaned...

Belligerent thoughts cry out,
In pain of joyous victory...

You may look at me with eyes askew
With tears parting lips heavy thoughts accrue...

Wooden faces hang with sorrow,
Placid, yet motionless and brittle...

I am the predator, prowling in the darkness,
Sunlight glinting off my stone-like eyes...

Over the years,
I was the silent observer...

I sat next to a lady
With the gaze of a viper...

What bathes in the light
Like a ladle of moonlit tears...

These words I see
In my heart are blind...

Lyrical harmonies spread their wings
And soar freely through my mind...