To America
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given