The way that the willow bows over the stream like a mourner crying for their loved one reminds me of last fall when on one knee, I pledged myself to
Feel free to comprehend What I see will never end It can't be now that life is gone It's too real to overcome It's too real It's too real Too real It
Your dream world is a very scary place Your dream world is a very scary place Your dream world is a very scary place To be trapped Your dream world is
Glad to see you're wide awake This is the great escape From a life that tried to mould you And the lie it sold you What would you do? What wouldn't you
Your souls are nailed to the cross The blood still runs but the wounds will heal and leave scars of rememberance.
No one seems to care anymore I wander through this night all alone No one feels the pain I have inside Looking at this world through my eyes No one really
How I needed you How I grieve now you're gone In my dreams I see you I awake so alone I know you didn't want to leave Your heart yearned to stay But
With loving passion, oh your radiance A serenade I cry Your silk lined coffin the lachrymatory To hold a mourner's tears Ethereal splendour Pale skin
I know it feel it flow I see it grow, I see you low Hello, too low...? I know to feel it more To feel it more, feel it more Than more... I feel it more
(only you can heal inside, only you can heal your life) it must have been an angel who counted out the time yes it must have been an angel who raised
Love is free In time, in peace And now is here This life, this dream ... You know how it feels but... is it all in your mind? When you know how it feels
And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near
In the moonlight In the moonlight's pale embrace We come to know the space between us The space between us Dreamlight Dreamlight comes in waves (The
In the world of my subconscious, a realm of the unknown A vision is carved by the almighty hand The agony of a thousand souls suppressed by life itself
"Intangible. Eternal. Without beginning nor end. The nameless, formless energy that permeates all living things. That sweeps through nature like a ripple
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A flake of snow within a storm A new way waiting to be born In a world with need for change A touch of love in fear of hate A rushing wind that's asked
One has to come to terms with one's own mortality. And you can't really help people who are having problems with mortality, if you've got problems of