before i die i ll write this letter here are the secrets you must know until the cloak of evening shadow changes to mantle of the dawn will it be sunny then i wonder rolling and turning how can i sleep hold on til morning what if i fall over the hills and down the valleys soaring aloft and far below lying on stony ground the fragments truth is the seed we tried to sow marking the time spent on our journey there isn t much we have to show counting the cost in money only strikes me as funny don t you know tongue tied the thread of conversation weighing the words one tries to use nevertheless communication this is the gift you must not lose hauling me always are the voices sometimes i wonder if they re real or is it my own imagination guilt is a wound that s hard to heal could it be evil thoughts become me some things are better left unsaid magical moment the spell it is breaking there is no light here is there no key 