"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."