Frozen Eyes
Twenty second century passion
Love, hate, joy and sorrow
All the same, staring out into space
Faded away with the dews of heaven
Music is an alien sound for aliens only
Empty hearts are meant to pump blood
That runs through dark cold tunnels
That empty out into hidden oceans
Far away from any form of life
Dead seas are the homes of
Love and romance
Sad stories written by
Frustrated poets
Raising the spirits of the
Waning few that’s left
The few that live life
Through their hearts
Living in the now is
Throwing away the old
The passion, love, hate
And joys of yesteryear
Oh to go back and
Live with the living
Oh to go back and
Sing with the passionate
Oh to go back and live again