Souls Suffer the landscape In shrouds of dew, as ghosts Their eternity is for searching But a certin dissension grows I've seen them wander Voices raised in prayer Consorting in whisper They curse the ones not there If you didn't want this and I didn't need it Then how has this interest become addicition? If you didn't want it, they why can't you do without? I know I'm not your first one But I pray I'll be your last I've never seen you cry before But I know I make you laugh I know and you know, you've heard this all before These arms are holding on This heart won't stray from home I know, I know God tell me, where's my Halo?