I'm tired,
tired of dreams
that turn to nightmares
just tired of promises
...
look into your soul
if you even have one
Your fake accusations
...
I stand on the far side
And watch the tide
As the waves stride in
Where sandy a beach lies
...
I trust not the fickle heart of man,
For man, like shadows, fades away.
I trust not death's relentless hand—
For forms are born to shift and sway.
...
The sun's all bright
and the birds are taking flight
with my note of plight
...
My dusk is your dawn
My end is your beginning
I havent left you my child
just merely shifted forms
...
I look into her eyes
and she tries to smile
She knows I know
and she cant mask her tears
...
A tale kept alive
of a period gone by
and a verse unsung
...