There is a man who stands
shrouded in the cloudy...

To dream up of such a man
you wish you could have...

I had come across this man,
shock in my expression...

I had opened my eyes to him.
I had saw who he was...

To dream of wanting,
is to dream of great disappointment...

At the edge of the cliff
So close I can hear the ocean sing...

Who is an enemy,
but the one speaking...

The wind teases the tendrils of my hair
Whipping them around in the breeze...

At the end of day
I lie down in my bed...

Floating above the white pasty clouds
Awaiting my earth crashing fall...

Can you feel the fire that burns,
The flames reaching up high...

Just for now,
Take hold of my hand...