When your in the tunnels of despair,
Fill your lungs with that precious air,
Hold it in and close your eyes,
Let the world fly by around you,
As you sit in the arms of eternity,
Only then will you hear the angels deep cries,
Saturated with the dreams they once had,
The dreams stolen away by the warrior called Time,
Who mercilessly claims the lives,
Of young lovers fallen far behind,
The gates of heaven and the bars of hell,
Call out the names of the ones afraid to live,
Those afraid to take their breath and never let it go,
Not for money not for fame,
Not even for their loves dieng flame,
If you were to learn one lesson,
From the vines of misery and the rays of joy,
On this wild twisted path around life,
It is that if you surrender your breath,
Or open your eyes to the harsh foreboding dark,
You shall loose the one thing left that is yours,
The last shard of hope you held in that breath,
And the truth surrendered in your eyes,
Will never be regained once taken or given away,
That is what makes you,
Or if it is to be so,
Breaks your spirit,
And the only parts of you that you could call your own.