Silence deepens,
        The dream fades into nothing,
                The mind weakens.
Ghosts of daughters,
        Who never felt this existence
                but are in my heart.
Laughter, unheard,
        A lot, unfelt and forgotten,
                Perfection, forever unmatched.
The dream of life:
        Never was it ever real—
                Could I just leave now?
        Never was it ever real—
                Could I just leave now?
                Could I just leave now?