• The light shimmer's in my past as I look back at my sin.
    All I see is darkness filling the blanks instead of adventure.
    I'm the new stickman on the pole. You guess me wrong and I die.
    I'm standing on the very edge of the tall cliff and look at the dead tree's when where I'm standing breaks and I fall to a pain.
    My heart akes as it drops into a tar pit.
    I am in the middle of heaven and earth but I fall, my wings are not spread.
    As I fall I bleed as cherry red blood fills the cracks in cement.
    A crack opens and I fall into the ground punished.
    The fire is tall over my head.
    I run away through mist finding myself in a cornfeild.
    I fall and lay in the warm sunshine.
    I drift into a sleep that lasts forever.