Everyday Experience

To that of which runs my life to that of which it runs I need a place of comfort where nothings come undone Can you take these falling pieces a puzzle of my life And build yourself my portrait God? were everything fits so nice Sing to me oh angels sing to me through these times Lift me up with your voice shut the door on these thoughts of mine Forever will I be a prisoner? a prisoner of the pain Were nothing makes sense to me were nothings quite the same This wall is getting stronger and I am growing weak Break the barrier down To where I can simply speak I wish to tell you all the tale of this life that’s split in two The sun it shines, the moon is lit which one to which I choose