Here I stand, hidden in the shadows br Dieing within the painful hallows br Mocked by most, treasured by few br I fall into darkness, lost to you br br Words of hope are spread br Yet to me they fall, coldly ringing dead br br There I lay, covered by the sky br Motionless, not showing how hard I try br Being myself, treasuring you br Smiling at the thought of something new br br Smelling the bouquet, br Resisting the wine br Nothing more to say br Save that you will not be minebr br Timothy Weiermannbr br