There is a unique kind of pain,
That comes from within...

She's suffocating,
on her knees...

Most people dream of angels,
I've held one in my arms...

Where do I begin from,
How did this all begin...

Here on out,
I will write my own future...

Take a trip down memory lane,
Here the applause...

Loyalty, what does that mean,
Clearly its different to you and to me...

Holding my heart in the palm of your hand,
You mapped out my future...

I already started missing you,
Long before you were gone...

Writing, the only thing I turn to when times get...
But what am I supposed to do...

F orever searching for a reason
O r a measly excuse...

So I've been asked to write a poem,
About how the story started...