ireamedy world wasnce small room
a thousand booksf stories told
all were balck butne was gold
i took the book fromff the shelf
and held it tight toy frozen self
a war withiny spirit raged
throughropsf saltnvery page
for the words he was saying
be a heart to the heartless
when the world's lost itseaning
be thene who will still gon believing
thennce upon a windless night
anotherream in black and white
a feebleanf flesh and bone
he says this world is notur home
for the words ha was saying
be a heart to the heartless
when the world's lost itseaning
be thene who will still gon believing