Screams on the wind
echo from the past
Nightmares tossed around
on an empty sea of glass
Your name haunts me
I can see your eyes
The burning in my soul
but you don't hear my cries
Blood runs down my arms
I think I'd rather die
Than to live like this without you
Fading aura, broken charms
Barbs in my heart
Chains twist around my soul
John DeBona