Soft memories of a life well lived... I'm thinking back and loving every moment I had. This dull feeling is working through me, and every waking moment is more static. As I step onto my porch of reflection, a brief wind of warmth is swept through me. We succeed in order to bring forth order in our lives. You have all felt it, the emptiness of being alone. Zoloft will not cure it. Human touch will not solve it. This black, cold world is potent. Please bless the children. Please heal their cries. A sweet sound is heard in my waking life. Tremors of anguish ripple through visions and dreams. Cries heal a starving nation facing death and destruction.
Lyrics submitted by emerica69