Souls suffer the landscape

In shrouds of dew, as ghosts.

Their eternity is for searching

But a certain dissnsion grows.

I've seen them wander,

Voices raised in prayer

Consorting in whisper,

They curse the ones not there.

If you didn't want this and I didn't need it,

Then how has this interest become an addiction?

If you didnt want it, then why cant you do without?

I know I'm not your first one,

But I pray I'll be your last.

I've never seen you cry before,

But I know when I make you laugh.

I know and you know, you've heard this all before...

These arms are for holding on.

This heart won't stray from home.

I know, I know...

God tell me, where's my Halo?