The smoky mist it hovered over the distant echoes of your voice flow through

my soul

The wind blows silent like a mystery standing on a mountain top within my

dream

They comfort me



And I don't know how I'm supposed to feel

None of this makes any sense at all to me

Lullabies sung by a distant memory, seems to hold me when I'm down

In this world of quiet sadness

Golden chalices filled with madness they come for me

Broken hearts lie all around me

A flowing pastel red upon the ground in the place I'm in



I gazed up into the night sky

Shivering cold from a brave man's destiny

As I opened up my eyes a strange light seemed to shine all over me



I heard this voice from nowhere surrounding all that wasn't there

Confirming all believing it was the time it said

You have to:



Crawl, crawl before you walk, walk before you run, run before you die

You have to feel, feel before you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn before

you try



I feel like a wheel turning, turning on midnight - distorted - faces

I feel like a wheel lights up my eyes, happiness befalls me in some peculiar

way

I feel like a wheel turning, turning on midnight



You have to:

Crawl, crawl before you walk, walk before you run, run before you die

You have to feel, feel before you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn before

you try



Now the mist was clearing I could see the stars that lit the sky

I waited silent calls for a voice, a vision I could not find

Never heard but I wasn't jaded and that voice of reason never left my mind



You have to:

Crawl, crawl before you walk, walk before you run, run before you die

You have to feel, feel before you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn before