When Shall the Sun Steal Back Time- Part 1

And back when I was a child I was shaped by how life started to defile Absent of trial Always another extra mile to walk Learned a lot learning not to talk I prefer to listen Not missing a word Remembering each that is heard Some may have been better falling upon deaf ears I learned a lot in a few short years And how did I ever expect to grow with out tears I may have been molded from clay and baked into stone These shames have been chiseled into bone So I’ll burden them alone Inside my convictions have grown I speak in mild half tones And the wind has blown out the sun And the milky way runs across the sky I’ve tied a bow on my finger To trigger a recollection of my collection of memories Now I’ve begun to spill them onto paper And I’m beginning to tapper off into a daze With fixated eyes and a mind that prize at a heart of stone Trapped behind some fragile bone It’s a battle of strangle holds between mind and soul The days are long and black The thunder claps The lightening snaps The rain makes mud in patterns without explanation Only and just for me All in attempts to appease my self-destruction that is baffling And my tabs run up I don’t have enough to pay a cab to carry my dust And everything will always be as it was Reality just does what it does best My composure regressed I’ve undressed all of my regrets Always felt exposed Now I guess everyone knows Hope shows some bravery building and boiling over And when I’m feeling blue I write some words that I never thought I knew Sometimes lies always true Just for me, never you