Blood flows from empty eyes
Screaming pain and wailing cries
Keep the memory of their fate
Hope for salvation much to late

Caskets of fire fill the room
Wander round the mourn and gloom
Journey to the last known place
The last victim to see your face

Raise the dagger to catch the light
They won't lift the hand to fight
Close your eyes, last deed to be
A looking glass the last thing you see

Softly sing the saddest song
To mourn the suff'ring for so long
Of those so strange and sublime
Neglected masters of their time

Knowing not their greater worth
Doomed to roam open this earth
Never told of their shining gift
Ne'er from the darkness e'er to lift

Beaten down to march in place
Looks of scorn upon their face
Surrounded here by those conformed
To keep them planted in the norm

Soon the frightened mass are taught
To abandon all but natural thought
But look deeply in their eyes
And know that genius never dies

Can you hear the lonely bells
Ringing in the night?
Fading in the wind
Like an old forgotten dream
Softly convey their sadness
To the cruel uncaring world
These bells will be ignored
And all who hear shall deny
The world cannot except
The lonely ringing bells
Dying in the night

He is there
In my dreams
When I shut my eyes
Comforting
I am lonely
Not real
My beloved
My darling
I love him
I think
I don't know
Somewhere
He loves me
Not here
He can't
Not real
Longing
I cry
I need him
To be
Real