Your Words

through the wind i hear your solo each note nicely placed for me slipped back to this journey i lack miss led international direction my own intention is to communicate a feeling , an emotion , anger gets the best how will i live in a sea of forgetfulness turned away by anything that would care a language i don't understand , but i feel it somehow underline the thoughts of it all you are speaking , no more stone wall paintings i sense your words ,they are cutting my soul enter in a part of my being your speaking nothing is sacred anymore here i have had it with my self-doubt and pride you don't exist to me , this war is over my hand has the power to change the launch of the power button tv off. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .