Walking on the stepping stones of a new life
over the river of misery...

Its not, i just take the truth and apply it to...
for i speak the language of poets when others...

The cuts he bears
the death he sees...

What is true love
is it something thats destined to be...

Love is what healed his heart, love is what...
hate is what destroyed his mind, hate is what tore...

His troubles she bears on her back
the heart she seemed to find in him...

Who stops to see these tears drop
as the music plays his heart stops...

As opportunity knocks
whose there to listen...

What if daddy stayed with mommy?
what if we had a place to go instead of the...

Not a man just another mannequin playing a simple...
his faceless expression upon his unlikely...

As days go by dreams come true
as days fly by dreams die to...

Do i ever cross your mind anytime, do you ever...
it seemed like we were meant to be...