Crying my eyes out
Screaming to the gods...

I can feel the blood rush to my hand
After you held it tight...

I once drew a perfect picture
That matched my lovely heart...

Sister is crying again
And I don’t know what to do...

Its upon my guilty conscience
That at night I weep...

The clock is ticking in my room
I wonder when it'll stop...

An angel shadows her room
And watches over her at night...

She sits with her love
By the fire of life...

I can barely feel the heat of the moon
Cascade about my face...

I’ll never get over the wasted tears
That I may have cried...

She keeps her head steady
But bowed in a trance...

Despairing looks in an all white portrait,
They stain the beauty with a black shade...