Burning cries of torment from the forsaken

lost souls waiting in the dark hoping for the second coming

The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers

Feelings mislead the fallacies of love virtue cries for something

Nothing to touch nothing to caress only a void

I hunger In lust pleading with love to forgive

In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence

In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit

at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams

So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your

Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings

we waltz in visions under the stars and share

Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are

Life In Prison my gun is loaded with anguish that will never end cocking the hammer

The patrons were waiting for their wings of heaven doves as the bar room