Romeo's crying, some say he's bleeding again Dripping his shadows through long nights of tales and lament Sifting through memories imbedded in youth's trying days Dark colors burning red while it's too late Missed the hours in the day, that was wise In the holiday newborn suite long live their lonely lives An all too familiar scene, the hollow grave Twilight indigo sleep would be the strength i would find Juxtapositioning holidays and miracles They would come to me, they would follow me 'til i rose A long time ago a reverend would hand me his name When i turned to address him, his figure dissolved with my faith A whisper on the pine suite was all i could collect Another storm rising as one wave moves to the next You would think that they could pull me through Emptying silos and breaking all virtues For the warmth of one woman's health If you'd talk with me, a thousand times and days And i could feel you walk with me on any given day In my years of fates, I've conquered all I'd gained Entrusting wisdom's grace as it passed across my hands.