This path that we found,
Uncertain as sand...

The tides of depression,
Wash over my soul...

We raise up our heads,
For the morning sun...

You wish that you could see,
The despair thats always hidden...

Sitting on the deck,
On a late winter night...

Staring past the rain,
Through the fog...

The memories remain still,
And I wish for their depart...

The fire dies, Now only ashes,
Are scattered across her lips, Not pure...

This worthless soul is tired,
Don't tempt with meaningless words...

The moon lights up the night,
Your touch feel oh-so right...

In the moonlit land, Under stars high above,
We hug and kiss, And fall in love...

Storms of emotion colliding in a stale air, void...