Step across the threshold Caress the looking glass, Herein lies the secret Therein lies your past. A dream, a crystal tear Both shed for sacrifice, The vagabond and piper Have always known the price. So lay your soul before me Let me touch the scars, Trace the pain of virtue Across the waking hours. Steal Times moments from her While she selects the dead, Beauty lies in imperfection, Not within your head.
Danny Matier 