• My heart is lost, without body or mind;
    My spirit moves on, through the sands of time.
    I can't go back to claim whats lost,
    So my heart begins, to gather frost.
    The cold dark stillness, that waits in the night,
    Now takes hold, with all its might.
    I journy alone to find a new way,
    Losing more of my soul, with each new day.