Sunlight pours in;
and memories wash over me
of the sunsets bathing you
in sanguine tears.

The shores of time, the cosmic coast,
and the grains of sand, their shadows will cast
the footsteps of my life, and of my past.
If from the future my gaze does part,
I'll not be able to see my start.
Looking back from where I stand,
I'll not see footsteps in the sand.
They will be gone, for nothing can save
them from the tides of the wave
or from the gust of the wind.

I thought the hardest part
would be choosing how;
But I can see instead
that it's saving my world
or shattering yours...

I couldn't tell if I saw you
or if it was just my shadow
playing tricks, like it tends to do.
I really wish I could know,
and I know you do, too.

And do you wonder, though,
if you see me, or just your shadow?
I would like to hope so,
because I am very real,
and you could truly feel
how I admire you so.
*I am not the black charlatan that follows you.
When the lights go out, I won't leave you...

Who can say this is who we'll always be?
For thy love, I would change for thee.
Who can say that we can only dream?
In our hearts, we make life what it seems.
Who are they to tell us, "Love's a foolish thing"?
When they tell us what to say, that's when our hearts shall sing.
We'll sing a melody, out of love, from our hearts.
Who can say we aren't in love when we clearly are?
Who can say?

It would seem I'm a vessel built only for hate.
I'm lacking the other emotions that one should have.
I'll fill up; swell; become engorged; be overall blinded
by the fury and rage and pain that have blended
inside of my soul.  I cannot seal it, it'll spill
until there's not a drop left to spare.
And then I'll wait, until it'll fill again,
not much I can do until then...