Lost Dream

Little girl sits with her head hanging... down

Time to think and wipe away her frown

Staring through her window... raindrops fall

Storm clouds the room and fills her self



And the time has come for her... to know...



The [d....] calls a name and the march begins with force

Pleading with the gods to please change their course

The Reaper sits quiety near her with a grin

She will pay dearly costs for her sin



And the nails pound in her... hand...



Pain falls from her eyes

Pain falls from her cries

Pain falls as she dies

Pain falls from her eyes



The sun brings forth a new life and a new day

Turning over time and rotten will decay

Someone tells a tale just as they will

It will sit in journal on the windowsill



And there it sets for crying out for help...



Pain falls from his eyes

Pain falls from his cries

Pain falls as it dies

Pain falls from his tries



(Instrumental)



Pain falls from their eyes

Pain falls from their cries

Pain falls from their eyes

Pain falls as they die



They are searching the lost dream...

They are searching the lost dream...

They are searching the lost dream...

They are searching the lost dream...