Tomorrow’s day and yesterday’s night, Hath’ blown me from my mount And darkened the skies of a prosperous man. Where nothing has lived before— Many a ways have come to this place And my heart has died in transition.

What I wish to be? Does not work for me, I've lost that trust that makes me great in time... Now that you have been near me, A friend as you will— Can your heart beat with mine And trust what men fear to be?

You dream of clouds and sands of white, In the open pool, Her cool heart lies— Among cherry blossom trees Newly fallen from springtime’s dreams. This is her retreat, The world she keeps in her mind.

In desperate time nations shall call out, As their people die, within the borders of pain— Watch as their lives fade Into dust as a blind man begins to see. What shall you want from me, In this place of death

Filled with all that I see, All that I am— I bring to you the life that my soul has lived. Enclosed within a bottle of works And an image of what was to be, Can only hope to give you what I have known,

To understand love, You must have it— Holding tight every waking moment, Don’t let it go, Or will it flower somewhere new, Beyond the reach of my hands. Can you see the broken image within,

See what you hath done to me; O'er the course of a day. Deeper than the abyss, And longer than an arctic night; I have waited for you, Seen the untamed horror Of Satan's daunting eyes. What dear girl, do you say;

What from now shall pass into the nexus, And who shall see the black of day. Wither the flow of a nightingale’s flight; Blasting an undoubting hour To the beats of a hot summers afternoon.

When shall we see the light? As it sheds the chains of its dark brother. Upon the earth it splashes— As a colorful palette that accents my world. In time can I hold your hand, Shall you understand me—?

Torn between two I feel One who loves me for me, And the other I cannot stop my feelings for In this moment of sadness, I feel torn, Between the gracious reality And the darkness of fiction.