I dream of a place
where no roads end...

Soliders, we will
never know who...

Ten years from now I'll still
remember the sound of your...

The sound of your voice,
a dull echo through the...

Billowing smoke and people
diving, flying, departing...

That day in may, mischievously you
hid at the bottom of the garden to escape...

The room,
Inside my head...

I miss the way you'd wink at me,
and the way you'd always see...

Through high seas
And stormy wheather...

The sadness will be over soon
And the darkness will be gone...

In the early morning
haze...

I saw you turn and
leave followed the sound...