very quite tippa nary.
A silence in Gary.
Music now consumes my life.
Alone again But he who ventures
gets the prize, But not a girl
in site.
A city in night,
As the vision now comes you to be.
A spirit in need
No greed in need.
Just another day looms by.
As the people see something
in progress.
But alone I do see.
What is it that comes to a lonely soul
in the dead of night.