In hopes to live an ideal life
She concealed herself in a room
A room painted with the hues of her soul
Isolated and locked for others not to see

One day this guy saw this trampled room
Wandered and aimlessly searched for it's door
He tried so hard yet he may so blind to see
The door he's searching was inside of him

But the girl knew this guy will come
The guy which may set her free
Though she hoped and dreamt for this moment to betide
Neither two of them were connected by the strings of fate

I know for a fact
That the genuity and sincerity
Of your smiles
Are the lies you love to flaunt
To everyone else
To make them believe
The life you chose to take
Had lead you to the hands
Of a caring God

Since turmoil within each breath
And eccentricity within your soul
Had left you with a hefty core
The life you chose to take
Has lead you to a God
As passive as can be

Gone too far
Are the winds of hope
For a man with no light to see
Beneath his eyes

His threads are sewed
His time still runs
Yet his hands are still
Drawn to the winds

As the stars shone bright
And the moon rose quiet
The man grew old
Passed his dripping years

The planted seeds
He treasured for years
Took no time to heed
The plea of a wilting man

The winds of hope
Showed no mercy to the man
Until the man has meet
His marching band

Only then he was pleased
For a place to rest
To stop his time
Aboard the winds

I hope and pray
My heart would not escape
The cage I bound it in
My Juliana

I hope and pray
My hands would not reach
The hope that seeemed forsaken
My Juliana

I hope and pray
For a broken heart to mend
As swift as the tears I shed
My Juliana

I hope and pray
My Juliana

But to hope and pray
For something improbable to happen
Is like loving you
My Juliana

Of all the moments that could flash before my eyes
Yours just have to be the one
Lovely as her name
This memory of her was the last
Picture perfect smile which meant the world to me

I dreamt of this scene a lot
A drifting emotion from the past
Waiting ever so patiently
That still lingers on my hands,
My shoulders, and my heart

But under the mercy of a cold cylinder
The heart of mine would not react
Because as lovely as her name,
As nice as our shared memories were
I only wish I didn't have them