| Searching �Slipping out of the light Spilling into darkness� Everything has its price. �.along the path take a look back� dreams lay scattered darkness edging in we must find where to begin again [searching for the softest of light] where you down on your knees blowing through dreams spun�. then undone did we fail to see the sun� when it was shining in our face� was darkness holding it hostage� �staggering under true cost�. have I become lost� choosing a path slinking along quietly, a slowed cautious foot eyes picking out movements |
| � cls 2003 |