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Night of EndingA sparkle in the sky,the whisper of the leaves;the quiet, whispered voicesof the ever-present trees.The world is cloaked in shadowsfor the long, forboding night.The pitch-black raven spreads her wingsand soars once more in flight.A night foretelling murderas blood splatters 'cross the floor,ending with a shuddery breath;her last forevermore.Death's cold fingers grip her now,she's faded out of life.Her eyes caught open, staring, blank;her skin, as cold as ice.She's sitting in a meadowin the fog beside a stream.She sees flames lick the other shoreand hears a pain-filled scream.
Time of NeedI feel the tears as they drip down my faceand know that I must look much like a disgrace.I'm stressed and I'm breaking, yet I stand right hereand I'm faking a smile for those who are near.I'm here for all others, but to myself I look not;all thought of my feelings is starting to rot.My heart's broken down from the pressure around,you can see all the pieces strewn about on the ground.I'm a hollow shell, I'm empty inside,filled with nooks and crannies in which I often hide.My voice a recording, I'm filled with dreadwhen I stop to listen to the voice in my head.My lifeline I found has gone from my life,my feelings are once more thrust deep into strife.I have no control over how it does act,but I really, sincerely do want it back.A promise forgotten, or at least it does seem;it feels like my life has turned into a dream.No, not a dream, a nightmare more like,as I continue to sit and wait for the light.
Tiny PleaFrom the outside, I look unhurt,but I want somebody to hearthe child inside me, all curled up.Upon her cheek is a tear.She quietly sobs and calls out for help,but no one can hear her despair.She feels so lonely, she's falling apartwith nobody else in there.She can hardly smile, and it's been quite a whilethat she's been down there on the floor.She's trapped in a cage at her young little agewith a giant padlock on the door.Can you see through my eyes to what lies inside,to the little girl sobbing in fear?She'll continue to cry and call out for helpfor as long as it takes you to hear.
GroundedMany a day has passed us by;will we earn our wings and learn to fly?Or be we stuck upon this ground, so cold,until this land we live on grows old?Forever grounded, we wistfully gazeup to the sky throughout all our days.The birds in the sky, so happy, so free,so luckily unlike both you and me.