Since i can remember
the darkness scared me...

I've sustained with a great assault
I've held my head towards the burning sun...

What happened to the poets
Are they off drinking again...

Quicksand concrete sidewalks
If you're thinking it's impossible...

I've wondered down the empty street
Just to see my empty dreams...

There was a ghost on a stage
He danced and he swayed...

Laying in an empty grave
above your head the tombstone reads...

The cold wind sends a dead shiver down my spine
The concrete grounds get harder over time...

I was born through these words
On a page with a pen...

The season grows cold
And the leaves turn old...

From my window in my room
I can see the brightness of the moon...

There were the whispers through the leaves
And sounds of footsteps on empty streets...