I Wish I Had More Time To

Storybook Endings Never Appear. They're Just 'someone's' Way Of Leading Us Here.

Mystery's A Thing Not Easily Captured, And Once Deceased, Not Easily Exhumed.

We Drank A Toast To Innocence, We Drank A Toast To Now. And Tried To Reach Beyond The Emptiness, But Neither One Knew How.

He Earned His Love Through Discipline, A Thundering Velvet Hand, His Gentle Means Of Sculpting Souls Took Me Years To Understand.

The Outlet For My Sorrow, That I Do Feel Deeply, And The Pain, Is The Songs. That's Where It Goes.