When no one heard the cry,
The angel fill to die...

When the steal met flesh,
When the heart stopped beating...

Wandering along the willow's path,
He stops to ponder the nights that past...

The pounding of the storm
Won't help me no more...

Everything is right.
My make-up is on...

In the mist
Of morning dew...

A spand of time, where words unwind,
Trickling forth over the waterfall's edge...

Enlighten is the path most forsake.
Do not fear the change...

Many poeple find that person.
The one who will listen...