"Sometimes our lives descend, insnared

as storms upon the soul

and rains may strike dividing

to sever what was whole

but though your limbs feel torn and twisted

and your memories turn cold

take heart, for I am with you still

and will catch you should you fall

Eyes to Heaven

Lost and searching for the truth

The words to mend your broken heart

can only come from you

Eyes to Heaven

building secrets from your pain

a virtue lost in innocence

is lost here all the same



a beautiful dreamer locked in reticence

in a tower of your soul

what lies so deep and undisturbed

fears torment in the world

lightning flashes warning

to whispers in the rain

the fire climbing upwards

your fortress is in flame

Eyes to Heaven

Lost and searching for the truth

The words to mend your broken heart

must come from inside you

Eyes to Heaven

building secrets from your pain

in prayers to end the suffering

heard by a soldier's saint."