You know it doesn't make sense.

What I thought was a dream seemed so real, it helped me deal. Now I'm told that you're gone, and I feel so alone. Your a memory so real it's stupid but I feel, the times that we spent, seemed so short I resent, never having a chance to know you better. It makes me bitter to see that you were taken, so soon so mistaken. I see my good friend thinking of you it breaks him, and all I can say is take time and remember, for as long as he holds on your memory, then he won't be alone. And I'm here to help him try to feel strong. But I'm not sure that I can, as I can't feel what it's like, for him to not know, the reason things happen, this bitch called fate that has taken, something so dear and so close. Now all I have is a prayer, that your torment and pain was left in this place, As I think about the past, reminiscent of mistakes done and made, think things of fate and elate the success of life to create, move along this path it's innate. Now it's time...

I've walked thousands of miles, through deserts of water, and sands of the sea. I have seen the mirage, a mirror visage, and thinking thee. I was lost in the jungle, the woods and the jumbles, of joys and glee. Now yet that I find, complete the demise, of my mission it be. So I stand by your eyes, complete by disguise, of strength and steed. So I claim at your side, that inside it hides is no fear to me. Yet you reject me, to prove to that my line, my quest it still breathes. So I walk through, the deserts of sand, of water at sea. One day to return, to places once yearned, completely by me. This quest I now take, to forgive my mistake, to stand by you me. For once I am done, you will stand by my side, and tell me your lies, with my disbelief. Then shall you stride, and moving aside, not blocking of me. So shall you hide, in fear that resides, your heart of the deeds. Forgive you me then, as I leave your den, and walk from your sea. No longer I stand, in slippery sand, set time upo...

I live by a set of rules that is applicable to none other, it can be said that these are principles I've set upon stone. However the mind is fluidic and an ocean seeks motion; thus it might also be said that no concepts are laid in their final place regardless of how strong it's foundation.

He looks in his reflection deeply and asks "How do I know what love is?" The answer was simple he knew it at last, for love is when you wake up thinking about her, when you're asleep dreaming of her. When you see her with another and still wish that she is happy with all your soul, even if she'll never be with you so. And often love is pain, a pain, and burning desire you wish you were slain. Yet you still want it to be there, even if only to be close to her.

The sorrow the sorrow it burns him deep. His love in morrow has left him weak. She's Left so soon it makes him weep. And now she's gone he's left in tears. A love so strong it quelled his fears. No solace in knowing. tears always flowing. It makes me weep.

Together they look upon the sky and think the evils they must hide. Yet blessed be those be departed nigh. Though some are lost but can yet be found, but most are gone or homeward bound. See them now as proud they stand, from heavens gate they have been banned