Souls Suffer the landscape In,shrouds of dew, as ghosts. Their eternity is for searching But a certin dissension grows. I've seen them wander, Voices raised in prayer Consorting in whisper, They curse the ones not there. If you didn't want this and i didn't need it, Then how has this interest become addicition? If you didn't want it, they why can't you do without?
I know I'm not your first one, But I pray I'll be your last I've seen you cry before, But I know I make you laugh. I know and you know, you've heard this all before... These arms are holding on. This heart won't stray from home. I know, I know... God tell me, where's my Halo?
