What Lies Within

What lies within these walls I hear the siren calls… I hear them in the midst of affliction I hear them in the shadows of lies Listen and you might find direction Within these woods of misty lullabies What lies within these tall towers I hear the siren calls for hours I hear them plucking silver soul flowers I hear them resurrecting precious powers Delighted to hear them calling…they blossom so beautiful I hear them silently falling…colliding into their own black hole What lies within those unstoppable eyes Of unfathomable bliss, nestled in lullabies What lies within those unbearable halls of hopefulness What lies within those wretched walls of endlessness I’m longing to go home in the rivers of dimensions I’m longing to be at home with the oceanic missions I’m ascending vigilantly in the waters of meandering woe and mere ecstasy Then, I’m diving courageously and drowning in my gladness and misery Mirror my pain and seek happiness from afar and all Fervor rainfall is showering over me as I hear them call What lies within these walls I hear the siren calls… I hear them gently echoing a tide of empathy my way I hear them serenely call my name a million miles away They remain in the lagoon of long-lost lamentation The loneliness in their soul, longing for happy habitation They are whirling and spiralling in the wind above and water below Underneath the flowy surface, they bestow benevolence aglow