• Across the folding ocean
    Against the sparkling stars
    Pulling at the constant motion
    Of the pale and faded scars
    Buried in the sanity
    Of a delicate face
    Ripping away the vanity
    In a cold and empty place
    Across the burning skies
    Against the angry tide
    Washing away the disguise
    Just before she died
    Warped in her dreams
    Heaven's a dark home
    A torture of constant screams
    And walking against it all alone
    Bound only by light that shines within her
    A hope that has been dying all along
    That someday that light would stir
    And for once feel like she did belong