Throw the die
say your prayer...

How come every time I see your work
I feel that smile of yours...

Music is my
soul...

Memories fade
pictures get torn...

With a wave of a wand
darkness fills the hollows...

I feel so lost
empty and alone...

I wish to go back
before this black...

Hear I lay sound asleep
I don't know...

More then once
I find my self crying...

Holding on to these dreams
watching in a world of imperfection...

Broken and bruised
worn out and used...

Over the edge
above the ground...