Ran into the night;
Crashing into,
Over
Our fears.

Tumbled blindly
Into life.
Submerged
Breathless

Left everything we were
We are
Our dreams
Behind

Words ripped from
Our throats
Taken
Into the night.

We ran into the night,
Crashing over all our fears.

I love you.

For everything you were.
For everything you have become.

I love you.

For everything you left me to cry for.
For everything you left me to die for.

I love you.

For every lost embrace.
For ever losing face.

I love you.

This is for
The invisible ones.

The ones that loved
And lost
And loved again

This is for
The invisible ones.

The ones that lived
And loved
And were forgotten.

Just a statistic.
  Another one dead.
Just a statistic.
  Another stroke of the pen
I'm just a statistic.
  Just another one dead.

Is it true,
How you loved me?
Vacant
And away. . .

Not an afterthought.
Not a thought
At all.

A single leaf
Left on a tree
Alone.

A shadow
Passed in the dark  
Unseen.

Not an afterthought
But not a thought
At all.