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,
I`ve seen you cry brfore,
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