Banshee
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