She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
The pretense of deep affection is given as innocence’s is spilled
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
Our vows were never broken nor the memories
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
I feel your magic in dreams and see stardust
love that once held me has faded into obscurity
the pale light foresee lost passion in the glimmer of emotions
