Empty words

	Ashes and promises share a bond
	Through the winds of change, words are blown away
	When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind
	The power to let go is sometimes hard to find
	The answer cannot be found
	In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind
	In a precious world of memories
	We find ourselves confined
	Claws so razor sharp
	Ripping at the spirit
	Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real?
	When forever is to be until
	Deep inside, in the world of empty words
	No escaping from those haunting, empty words
	Do you ever feel it?
	A craving that is so strong
	To by thought rewind in order to find
	Expectations that shined through the doubt
	That soon would turn into the price, of what a word will be worth
	When tomorrow comes to be and we are left
	Standing on our own and seeing what is real
	The answer cannot be found
	In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind
	In a precious world of memories
	We find ourselves confined
	Claws so razor sharp
	Ripping at the spirit
	Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real?
	When forever is to be until
	Deep inside, in the world of empty words
	No escaping from those haunting, empty words

	Ashes and promises share a bond
	Through the winds of change, words are blown away
	When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind
	The power to let go is sometimes hard to find
	The answer cannot be found
	In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind
	In a precious world of memories
	We find ourselves confined
	Claws so razor sharp
	Ripping at the spirit
	Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real?
	When forever is to be until
	Deep inside, in the world of empty words
	No escaping from those haunting, empty words
	Do you ever feel it?
	A craving that is so strong
	To by thought rewind in order to find
	Expectations that shined through the doubt
	That soon would turn into the price, of what a word will be worth
	When tomorrow comes to be and we are left
	Standing on our own and seeing what is real
	The answer cannot be found
	In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind
	In a precious world of memories
	We find ourselves confined
	Claws so razor sharp
	Ripping at the spirit
	Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real?
	When forever is to be until
	Deep inside, in the world of empty words
	No escaping from those haunting, empty words