In the back ground the blood hunt sings, somewhat hidden by the ladies
wings
Under my skin a soul grows old, lasting longer as our faith unraveled
The specifics you mention die in hopes you don't have
"Well" your first word penned and the end of my salve
The end of talk awhile ago is more of a break than you'll ever know
You needed going apparently that's how you name the walls you live in
now
To have your will to always love survives in me on grace from above
"I" & "me" hold the end in your writ, as your eyes turn from me they're
cold calm as jet
Written By:
Justin S. Nafizger
April 5, 2003