Somewhere far away is the truth,
Out there on the darkening horizon.
Somewhere close is a warm lie,
A clever fabrication of never was.

Sometime now long past they waited,
Missing again their chance at freedom.
Sometime yet to be the sun shone,
Down on the reddened fields of memory.

Somehow, they feel safe,
And close their eyes to rest.
Somehow, death passes by,
For now, their tale lives on still..

Hastily shut covers, glaring accusations, muffled excuses,
Then back again for another dose, a wonderful addiction.

Gone, he weeps, forever gone,
No trace, no sign, no more than memories,
Lost in the dust of those who would be great,
Finding no comfort in cold pity, soft words,
Never to return, eternally lost...

Yelling now, now a banishment from the enchantment,
Then sneak in after dark to lose yourself once more.

Strong father, weak father.
Strong mother, weak mother.
Bound as one, but how?
This one may never know.

Strong me, weak me.
Strong you, weak you.
What's the difference?
Maybe there is none.

Strong him, weak him.
Strong her, weak her.
The one connecting thread?
After all, they're the same...

Do you understand why, now? Yes, of course,
But old promises prove stronger still.

Oh, of love, the subtle obsession with another,
How do you count the ways, the infinite ways,
Oh, to be young and in love, nothing compares...

The room sits silent, unused and irrevocably empty,
None left, now, to sit transfixed and read...