an angel weeps
with silent tears
close the wound
the blood will clear
feed upon
our precious ache
a child's sleep
his soul to take
this dying womb
the end of life
so full of struggle
bound with strife
a drowning child
who leaps at hope
grasping troubles
as if a rope
this infant angel
born so still
the empty child
with hate we fill
scars of torture
this hurt he knows
we've filled so much
he overflows...

a lonely soul, trudges on
raped of all its feeling
silent to the outer world
with wounds so newly healing
the solar glare gives its all
as stitches slowly weaken
bloody rags of foolish pride
become the lone soul's beacon
clamber on, across the hills
a trail of endless tears
to carry lives within the soul
as homelands disappear
lines of hurt, stain the sky
a parade of soundless pain
trudging through this weakness
our heart and soul, they drain
dying here upon the praire
our gold replaced by sand
worthless for our spirit
was broken by this land
buried under hatred
a grave so shallow, too
i search so deep within me
but still, i can't find you...

staring through the window
always outside lookin in
watching all the secrets
yet held here by my sin
reflections of the present
their mem'ries of the past
all held here, bound together
and me, i come in last
the quiet one from else where
invited, i was not
just loser of the battlle
in which fair cupid shot

faceless in this mourning
a position no one shares
just sitting at your windows
forever lost in glares
streams of rain here, falling
as if the angels cried
this sky so deep in blackness
to mourn the gods that died
looking to the savior
that never, truly came
left me here, unseeing
except through other's pain
staring through your window
outside, looking in
here, i'll be forever
for hope does live within