I lay upon this shelter floor, its my last night
I know for sure...

Im sitting at this desk in another place and time...
way back I can not find...

Eyes so vibrant and full of life, can also
be dull and full of strife...

My foot steps echo through these hallowed...
empty halls...

Dreams dance elegantly upon the silver
moon beams that tumble over her window...

The sound of a piano floats softly through
the rooms before resting upon my ears...

As I have grown older, I try to think of the
reasons she walked away...

His eyes are captivating and steadily pull
me in...