With this power I hold inside,
I build this magic I have learnt to hide,
Cross the maze and to my door,
but never will she see again…no more, no more.

In my palm I held a shell for my love,
We ran though the wreckage
with hands covered in blood,
A small crack appeared,
one single broken line,
I felt a shiver down my spine,
feeling something crawling though my skin,
up my neck and into my cage I could feel it all within

A strange way of change,
The now empty shell is getting old before its time,
and my love is sitting….stranded in my blood wine.

With this power I hold inside,
I build this magic I have learnt to hide,
Cross the maze and to my door,
but never will she see again…no more, no more.

25-April-2010