out of sight.
falling down with fear
yet I fight
day and night
but my reason is not clear
for all we owned
deep down frozen
for the magic we had
now torn and old
For the good days that I lost
light wings good cheer
charming tales soothing nights
Do you think I must tear
my three words mute and blind
will fall on your deaf ear
bleeding heart will suicide
I guess that's the price of fear
