Kneel down to kiss the earth and pray. The time has come, and so I wait. It starts a melancholy dream. And when it tolls, it tolls for me. I feel the touch upon my brow. Nowhere left to go but down. It takes me where I need to be. And when it tolls, it tolls for me. My past had passed or so it seemed. So full of hope, so full of need. A moment lost in cracks of time. What now is pain was once divine. Too late to see the cut most unkind, no more to do, the rite is mine. My mind made up, the pact at hand. Lost all control like bleeding sand. I see her now, a blur, a dream. My soul is numb, my body screams. A tainted wish of what could be, now faded thoughts belong to me.