There's a place that I go when I feel far far away from living
When my world explodes into an intangible cloud of dust
I go there in search for some kind of yearning
Even though all I have left is an empty heart of hope
There are few who I have taken to that place where I drift
Between life, between caring while I stand there alone
While the wind is as empty as my life has been feeling
I pray for that one to keep me away from my harm
That prayer has silenced-- its barely a whisper
How can I live when my life is all gone?
Its only a matter of time 'til I fall
From wind to stairs to the valley below
The chapter has ended with tears shed aplenty
A story of dreams drug from bold to a thread
A thread from which I'm so dangerously hanging
Unready to cut loose and wake from the fall
So here I am waiting for miracles many
When what I should do is just run away from home
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