i remember the day the moon fell from the sky,
it floated over the mist of last night's tornado rains,
i gazed at it and dared to dream a dream in time gone by,
i glimpsed children with no blood in their veins,
as every picture's a tell-tale,
i pictured myself sitting on a throne made of my father's remains,
marked this land of tomorrow with a stardust trail,
i photographed every soul held in chains,
into the river of souls on my capsized ship, i'd sail,
my ring got held in the fiery flames,
and for every memory tells a story,
the ring got tattooed on my heart, forever it became my veil.
