Ashes and promises share a bond   Through the winds of change   Words are blown away   When visions that should be   Are tattooed in your mind   The power to let go   Is sometimes hard to find      The answer cannot be found   In the writing of others   Or the words of a trained mind   In a precious world of memories   We find ourselves confined      Claws so razor sharp   Ripping at the spirit      Promises a potential to hurt   Is anything real?   When forever is to be until   Deep inside, in the world of empty words...   No escaping from those haunting   Empty words...      Do you ever feel it?   A craving that is so strong   To by thought rewind in order to find      Expectations that shined through the doubt   That soon would turn into the price   Of what a word will be worth   When tomorrow comes   To be and we are left   Standing on our own-   And seeing what is real...      The answer cannot be found   In the writing of others   Or the words of a trained mind   In a precious world of memories   We find ourselves confined      Claws so razor sharp   Ripping at the spirit