Far, Far, Far Away

Access the memory pool the eye inside Maybe we’ll leave this life go some place else some place where this bitter taste can be washed down sweeter than anything we’ve ever felt I wonder if there’s a comets hymn or some anthem sung in unison better that than this bereft and desolate and spend the days wishing aways wishing for something else So tired of seeing, I thought the smiles of children all reflected in the eyes of children who cannot has brought all our souls to impoverishment Access the memory inside the eye If I could find a single moment of peace maybe then it would be a worthwhile attempt but hasten the blood flow but linger here idolized in the necessity of destitute We should leave make some pathway between iron and cement somewhere between the hollow confront slip away as silent and never let on how lost we have become Come, some other place awaits you it’s ok, take my hand out there in the beyond of beyond where we once held awe as natural Access the eye the memory inside