A banshee weeps for the parts of me

That faded into memory

Calling over the barren fields

That once held crops of dreams

I sing myself sour

Up past the hour

Of the blood soaked moon

And the wine soaked sky

I'll drink my insides dry

As shadows close upon us

Blotting out the sun

The pieces fall around

But you’re the missing one

You're gone with the wind

And the wind's gone without you...

’N now the insight of age

Matured in barrels of regret

Takes me to the land

Of things I wish I could forget

Moments encased in amber

Stuck forever in my heart

You closed the book on my pain

But now the second volume starts...

With the ache of a lost smile