Souls Suffer the landscape

In,shrouds of dew, as ghosts.

Their eternity is for searching

But a certin dissension grows.

I've seen them wander,

Voices raised in prayer

Consorting in whisper,

They curse the ones not there.

If you didn't want this and i didn't need it,

Then how has this interest become addicition?

If you didn't want it, they why can't you do without?



I know I'm not your first one,

I've seen you cry brfore,

But I know I make you laugh.

I know and you know, you've heard this all before...

These arms are holding on.

This heart won't stray from home.

I know, I know...

God tell me, where's my Halo