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I cant seem to find a way to happyness well I ever find that of witch is good for me will we ever find love I think its all something we can only tell in time that is ripped apart from my very soul there is no path in witch I can take to lead to the heavens if you even believe in it at all it will take more time to see this light that shines down through those dusty clouds where a storm brews and all the glasses break against the rough of time and space witch little is ever there it feels like a rose being riped apart like and broken down heart is anything beyond that of witch I can see I think not for I am always undone I will always be missing something like a hole in a letter it wont make any sense intill you find the missing peaces this darkness covers all and the windows of light are closed now and I freeze into nothingness I cant feel all is numb there is no sound its like all and nothing lost in the wind traveling on a sea of tears brought upon by demons and angels alike its nothing that you can just up and see you have to look through all that is before you and feel with your heart paint with your spirit and think with your soul this is how I feel sometimes I will not yet awake because its all just a dream anyways