As the cold wind blows it cools your to the bone...

It lives within us all
no matter how hard we try...

No matter how hard I try
I can not erase the faces...

As the last grain of sand falls
it makes a thundering sound...

As the last grain of sand does fall
and your name the reaper does call...

As the sun fades and darkness arrives
there is a magical time where shadows and sunlight...

My world is filled with memories and ghosts
of people and places I have seen...

He hides in the shadows just out of sight for if...

My soul is empty, it has no volume.
It is translucent, no substance, no value...