Inside a world of silence, a whisper is a shout And in a world of darkness, a shadow holds no clout. Within the minds of madness, sanity rings out As the calming of the banshees, is predetermined - without doubt.
Upon the mountain of true friendship, a spirit is set free. Yet in the wind of animosity, is shaken; Friendship's tree. It will lay upon the ground, the sorrow filled - soul leaves. I fear the wind's of change, have already come for me.
If only wishes all came true, I'd spend them all on you. But they're closer to my dreams now, and they leave me alone and blue. So in a stoic fashion, I simply do what I must do. Walking towards a fate that calls me. It's never nothing new.
Just waiting for the ending. So then; My soul to fly. Soaring through the burning sun, within my flaming sky. Heeding not the dreamy wishes, that I placed on high. But succumbing to the ever feeling, that alone I'll die.
And here within the silence, I listen for the shout. Yet still the darkness consumes my shadow, and fills my soul with doubt. The banshees stare hungrily, with gaping open mouths. I no longer have the will, to hold them all without.
