the moonlight can seem so eerie at times
staring deep into the endless curiousty of man's ability to lose himself in thoughts that maybe we can touch what makes us wild
given a choice i would rather become wild then to dream and end up at a point where the wilderness itself is no more
burned to the ground
ashs all around
forget about you
if only for awhile
but i'll always remember the way you made me smile
what is it like to dream?
hard to recall
pictures of fragmented memories
sounds that play through a hall
one more step and i will fall
will daylight ever come
