Though my song is often troubled, and my words are often cold. I find my lyrics preferable to the discord I behold. **** Though my song is often troubled, and my words are often cold. I find my darkness preferable to the blindness I behold. **** A spirit formed from ancient lines will be haunted throughout life. Its newborn cries of innocence are symptoms of its strife. *** Early on I learned to hide; to keep myself apart. To feign acceptability, and hide my deeper heart. *** Such spirits shouldn't reappear; shouldn't force their patterns home. Their souls are full with sadness and their hearts are meant to roam. *** Yours the pattern I recall -- Your touch reveals my history. Your every word recalls my life disentangling my mystery.
