From across the room he stares into my lonely eyes
My empty soul is hidden behind the green shade...

This Is Long... But I bet you will be glad you...
In life we become witnesses to every little event...

This feeling welling up inside me
Possibly, the greatest pain of all...

Believing is not seeing
Believing is knowing...

Through life we try to be strong
Not for our own well being...

Every corner in this old house
Reminds me of who we used to be...

Home isn’t where the car is parked
Or where the family name is marked...

I feel the rain
As it hits the ground...

I have been there for you
Every step of the way...

I vaguely remember
Walking down that path...

I’m not broken
Don’t fix me...

Secrets held away
Ashamed of the past...