I was there for them
I held their hands
I fought away their fears
wiped away their tears
...
I dream
a dream
of a time where I can fly
where there are no thoughts of begging to die
...
say hello to my real friends
their names our
darkness
pain
...
the mask
the one is the act
it so perfect
so strong
...
you open the door
I step forward
just to watch her walk right in
I need to close the door
...
born of soft clay
placed upon a wheel
spun through time
in the cycle of life
...
a beautiful vase
in the making
watching the world
spin round
...
I have to go back
to long ago
back accross
misty rivers memories
...