The musing and the bellowing out the chorus door,
By the deep somber tune of the cello...

Lucero's echoing and the musing for the day and...
For ne'er before has there been a star gazing as...

I miss it,
I miss the wall of nothingness...

Its not so much fun now is it?
Running, is never much fun...

Remember when you laughed for the first time?
I made a silly face and tickled your belly...

To war we go again,
Deep in the enemies land we begin...

Our hearts and fears were made to fade throughout...
Our sight still remains on a cup of exultation...

Done for a challenge...

Death's door made of cyprus.
A cold unevenly colored wood...

I myself even I,
Watching the distopian view...

His arm it breaks,
The fingers they mourn...

A drunk,
A beer...