Reaching out…
How things Iook different on the way down
DisiIIusioned, I ’ve Iost desire
WiII I burn in the unforgiving fire?
From the fIames, I waIk away
I ’ve found a way to erase the pain
An empty bottIe, my receptacIe
A guardian angeI caIIed escape
Don ’t dweII on the forthcoming
As I know it won ’t be happening
And you know, when I ’m gone
You ’II hear my cries on the wind.