Thoughts of you and I,
Make me sit and sigh...

So far away,
Into the void we are cast...

The sun, the sky,
To the Earth, and on High...

There rests a small village on the edge of town,
It's a humble town, that doesn't make a sound...

Winter wind,
whistling by...

Twas upon searching, that yet we remember:
Because 1942 will be etched in our minds forever...

How can I let go? What are you trying to say?
It's not as simple as that...I feel so betrayed...

1st Verse:
He was so healthy, and God knows I never...

1st verse:
It's not a simple thing...

She was lively,
Such a beautiful child...

The crowd is very large,
Larger than I ever thought...

Witches spells,
Incantations of the night...