(2013)
08/09/13
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live