Oh, that I could scream

And the world would stop and listen 

And these scars could speak in volumes 

But who has ears to hear 

Or eyes to see 

Again I scream 

But my voice is buried in an unearthly silence 

Like in nightmares when ghosts steal your breath. 

I pray that power be not in my words 

But in truth that supercedes the mind of man 

And our dead hope, and our blind faith in means that look to justify the ends. 

I feel a presence in the room 

I feel cold fingers close around my neck. 

With out you I am lost. 

Let mine eyes not fail with looking upward