She is the avalanche, that buried my heart.
An ice cage, meant to keep me close.
And when the sun comes shining threw my view.
She paints the windows black, to remind me of what she will do.

The wind rocks the cradle.
That plays into the night.
The moon brings the blues.
And everything is alright.

The horse shakes the saddle
That knocks me down.
Just let me go back.
To that burning town.

In a certain funk.
In a certain way.
I play with the fire, every day.

To think of this as empty .
A shell without a host.
A cup without the pleasure.
Of ever giving a toast .

All  ripples in time
With the toss of a tiny stone.
The image of me lost.
Faded into the air.
A me i will never know.

Night shades of terror true.
         Lost, crazed, and lonely too
       Dawn breaks with sleepy eyes.
           So warm they hypnotize.
         Far from words that express.
My love for life, and my respect for death

Life in a box, with walls all around.
Echos of my voice, bouncing back loud.
Tiny little pictures, a merry go round .
Six pillars as witness, that never make a sound.

Give to me the fire, the ember, your heart.
Take from me the cold, the fear, the dark.

Help me see the truth, my life, my faith.
Save me from the hate, my pain, the grave.

Lead me to the garden, the gold, his grace.
Lift me up closer, too the palace,  my fate.