Where would I find my life without my hope , as I sat in the window to call to the one that loved me , where is he
where is the love that I wait for ,
where is my heart that beats
where is the story that unfolds before my eyes, where is he
hope not disappointments for the clock waits on no one, forget nothing that was without an end, can I hold my breath for you and then I shall fall off the deep falling blades
and then nothing matters but hope in myself for I am within my home of love and shallow graves of the songs that play for my heart, and then I hear as though no one notices the dance begins to play for a song and a time without the grey , hope , hope and call nothing as though it was something between the shadows, we are without the time , and time falls beneath the home
she wears only her shadow of hope and shadows of home. you
you , you play as though the moments where for you only , you dance as though they fall upon the fields do not dismay for nothing was beneath the time and then it was within our hearts, our Love falls beneath the prisons of time ,
and then time in the Mind can only be that as though it was without itself prisons.
Hope falls and then gladly it was without its own home as the waters fall across my back I hear nothing but hope , and there were no one , nothing but played as though nothing was without simplicity , she holds to herself as prisons weights, nothing but prisons weight , she flies , she flies beneath the clouds of silence, in her own Misery , she flies....
she flies as the birds falling on the ground as no one holds to himself , she flies and then she hopes to seed her prisons, she hopes to hold her own time, she flies, she holds her songs in her wings, she holds her destiny as the song birds in the air without anything landing , she flies.