FOR THE LIVING

Written by: Michael Domaracki

FOR THE LIVING   (ALREADY DEAD)


AS CREATIVITY WANES, MY SPIRIT, IT ALSO FADES ……

NO ROOM LEFT FOR LIVING
BUT I AM FAR TO YOUNG TO DIE
NO ENERGY LEFT FOR GIVING
BECAUSE MY RETURN ARE THE TEARS I CRY
WHISPERS ARE MY VOICE UNHEARD
FAINTER BREATHS YOU’LL NEVER BREATHE
AND THE LIFE THAT I AM LIVING
STILL WON’T ALLOW ME TO SEE

THE MEANINGS THAT ELUDE ME
ARE THE ANSWERS I SEEK TO FIND
THE DREAMS THAT DIE FOR ME EACH DAY
REMIND ME OF MY FLEETING TIME HERE
CAN’T OVERCOME THE WEATHER
HEAVY CLOUDS OBSTRUCT MY VIEW
FOLLOW MY HEART OR FOLLOW MY HEAD
NEITHER IS SURE OF WHAT TO DO ANYMORE

I LIVE MY LIFE FOR THE LIVING
FOR I AM ALREADY DEAD 
NO RETURN FOR ALL THE GIVING
IN THE END IT IS AS I SAID,
ALREADY DEAD 

…I TRY TO IMAGINE WHAT IT MUST BE LIKE TO LIVE
TRY TO REMEMBER IF I EVER REALLY DID
THE WASTED YEARS THAT GOT ME THROUGH
THE DARKEST FEARS I’VE EVER KNOWN
HAVEN’T BENEFITED ME IN ANY WAY 
AND AS MY UNSPOKEN WORDS HAVE YET TO REVEAL
I’M LIKE A BOOK THAT HAS NEVER BEEN OPENED…

SO I LIVE MY LIFE FOR THE LIVING
BECAUSE I AM ALREADY DEAD
THE LESSON I LEARNED IS THE ONE THAT I’M GIVING
BECAUSE IN THE END IT IS AS I SAID, I’M ALREADY DEAD