• We stand at the edge of the hollow
    Looking down on the ones who follow
    The flute that plays with silent tears
    And the ones who run and hide from fears

    The children lost and scared
    Who only wished that someone cared
    to hear the water falling
    to hear the storm thats calling

    They all will gather here
    so that they can be near
    the ones who understand
    and stay and hide lost in there land

    some who love the bitter cold snow
    they say they truly know
    how it feels to lose someone
    never again able to feel the sun

    Some who hate all who care
    they challenge those who dare
    to tell them it will be over soon
    they are true children of the moon

    so as i stand at the edge of the hollow
    as im looking down on the ones who follow
    down on the one who plays the flute with silent tears
    and all of the ones who run and hide from fears

    i must remember this one thing
    that i know all to well the feeling