Tearing at the shroud, of an empty page
Staring at the lines that have faded with age

Reflecting on the dream, so real, so true
Could it be, somehow I've always known you

Thoughts breed silence to my waking mind
Open my eyes, yet still remain blind

A thousand times, I've tried to see
What once was lost, may be in front of me

Yet still I wander aimlessly
And wonder what's in store for me

Lost among my own desire
Afraid to feel the yearning fire

Smile at me in the dawns dim light
Take my hand, devour the fight

Breathe me into your weary soul
Warm my heart for it grows so cold