I have seen dreams before i was even born I come to live them, joyful or forlorn Looking through the mirror of the eyes What kind of tear i am is no surprise Taking refuge in the darkness of the duct I wait Suddenly the Mirrors of the eye; shut down In the blackness of death i almost drown I am alone, no other tears around Feeling vibrations, echoes from the ear A Broken Heart speaks the words you should hear I listen To be Continued