Lost in a pool of dust,looking up at this starvingmoon as he hungers for his lost tears that have become the stars. In innocence I can finda trace of heartacheand in wisdom I findan abundance of dreamsfilled with memoriesof love. Within this dark, Iam standing in the truthawaiting your cry. When the sounds fillme with your soulI know then that weare a part of theangels’ sigh,forever seeking to pi…