going back To a place she calls home Frozen in time, there's a picture That stands upon a shelf And the fire's last ember It burns in silent grace, for
Nights in white satin, Never reaching the end, Letters I've written, Never meaning to send. Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before, Just
not see Heading for a tragedy He was looking for a sign He was selfish and unkind Gave his life to the divine And the world he could not face Prayin' for
your dark endeavor Your angels tread And the blood has been shed I'm telling you it's now or never Lost in a stream With you own malady For as long
