• Left in this empty body,

    All there is,

    Is a spirit,

    Ready to see whats beyond this illusion,

    It looks through the door of enlightenment,

    He looks but the only thing it sees is it's reflection,

    What happened in the past,

    It cries for hours and hours for being a monster,

    When it comes to it's senses it looks at the mirror again,

    It sees the good in him,

    How it helped millions of people,

    He leaves the empty host,

    And roams around the world finding what it needs,

    Will it find a chance.........At true romance,

    His blood pure,

    His eyes crystalized,

    And what is he supposed to do,

    Whispering in the wind, It makes no difference,

    But now that he is a ghost,

    It doesn't matter.