S urrounded by the silence that screams I beg the lord to help me and these dreams N ot only be in love but I begin to hate G lory is still here its never to late L ose the hope you desire with fire E rase my heart which is held by a liar
i woke today dreaming i was writing a poem what it was about i could nt say..still it was better than the one where i am on island s urrounded by monsters or when my guitar is stolen..
