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Now I stand alone once again,
forced to stand on the outside looking in.
Glimpses of love and peace.
things that I only experience in my dreams.

This pains me more than you know
forced to go through this life all alone.
been here before and I shall be here again,
the begining of the end.

Time slips through my hands,
like grains of sand.
I can no longer percieve where this thing shall go.
forced to watch from afar like a fly on a window.

Is it all out of my hands now?
events have lead to me being pushed away, but why?
Invisable is now what i feel.
just siting here watching from my hill.

To love and protect her is what I would have liked.
but it seems everything and everyone just wants me to take a hike.
Her feelings for and about me are still unknown.
the perfect one, so much like a goddesse siting upon her golden throne...

Now I begin to try to find answers to my questions,
whilest the cold lonely embrace of death begins to beckon.
Can I fight to make it just one more day?
If I can I think I may realy want to stay.

If it is possible to break away from my fate,
I think I might enjoy a trip to the lake.
of course that will remind me of home,
where I belong to my ancestors, the Celts, siting on my own throne.