I Promised I'D See This With You

These perfect lines seem to rise. Like the thoughts of what I despise. I just want to be something more. I can rest all day and still be sore. I try to speak but the tears choke. I hold close the words I never spoke. From these days of open wounds, And these nights inside my tomb, I've come to understand how to build up, from the rubble strewn below. I have learned to see the light, In the darkest of nights. A single spark can ignite the fire of desire. To inspire and revel in the human experience. I seek new streets to travel along, and to sweep my bad dreams into their gutters. I can see the stars for what they are now. What is there to do but what you choose to do?