the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard

people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself

You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve

sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize

he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him

How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate

I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not

anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected

He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life