Each bird sheds in the sky
Tiny memory captured nights.
Simple thoughts joyously bound.
Peace represented through sound.

Cast into perished mist.
Demons cry, hellish bliss.
Darkness sought, through fear obtained,
In deaths eye, fear remained.

Clouds sifting, brightly shown,
Angels dancing to heavens tone.
Sanctuary brought for broken lost,
Spirits guide through pain and loss.


_Ben
'05