Is it that im here
Is it my surroundings, amidst my fear
Is it that i hear'
Is this what he meant
he didnt show, everything was so tense
Is it why he pretends
what do i say
its that tear, words cant potrait
i can only embrace
does he cope
his eyes wonder, why do they slope
a spiralling hope
all this time hes been silent
in my mind i step aside, but its life.. im inside it
will i be like this.. when he dies...
a mirror can see me
To the dawn ahead lies demise
harsh but willingly alies the debut of the great sorceror
giving time is not of thee to decide for him but to take and hide
in recent conquer, as debate in life.