Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
How Much
How many lives do we live-
As we breath each breath?
How many tears do we give-
As we face each death?
I see her face silent now
In the passing years
She used to smile
But the darkness came to near
My soul will not give
Somehow it manages to refuse
And if I die within my dreams
It is only my life to lose
Do not watch me any longer
Your eyes dare to trail away
Yet listen softly to my song and-
Dream of better days
A mirage of seas
Upon the brinks
Of utter dispair
If I sing with the leaves-
Will your spirit join me there?
How many dreams do we dream-
As starlight reveals what was never meant to be seen?
How much must this life mean-
When its time is never what it seems?
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]