Fighting against each other
Instead of fighting together...

Darling man of my dreams
I can hear you speak to me...

Back and forth they swing
Tiny feet fly through the air...

The road of healing
Though obscure in its trials...

Upon a dreary day
As I struggle to find my way...

Young and confused
It's me you see...

Resentment has infected my soul
A derelict heart remains insensible...

Eyes of decadence, evil owned
Fire raged as victims moaned...

Falsity brought by power
Shows a man his final hour...

Sadly possibility is separated by miles
Yet that sweet gentle voice always makes me smile...

Flowing through this ink
My heart, my soul...

You crave diamonds
Souvenirs of polished gem...