There’s nobody left that can feel the tide
As the world draws a breath and reshapes our minds
Nothing to see when we try to hide
Because nothing will be if we close our eyes
Not much to say when there’s nothing left
Now we’re talking away as the shadows set
Where we all pretend that we have our breath
And we decide that none of us knows what’s best
There’s nobody left that can hold their path
Since the fear decided that it would last
Nothing to come if we hold what’s passed
Because nothing can grow when we’re falling back
So much to be when we turn away
Becoming much more to create the day
Where everyone knows that we must repave
The path we deceived at the sight of pain
There is only us and what we create
As the earth sings the song of its timely fate
Reflecting a message that most sedate
And creating the pain that we have of late
The circle of truth that we have deprived
From ourselves feeding pain as we bring the night
There is only us and what we decide
And waking to that is the path of life
A naked point of view
Looked past to see among the few
The children in the sky
Parading fear in a tower built with lies
So tall to stand with god
But I still see the reflections that they lost
So small to feel cared
The tower's children throwing us despair
The small refuse to fade
In resolve they govern and repave
The tall fall down to earth
Looking up, they see what they’re now worth
The battles lost and won
Each side trading the pointed gun
It ends when we’ve all gone
Only then can we measure all the wrongs
A naked point of view
Cast aside to replace with thoughts of you
The children in the sky
Why oh why must you torment me with your lies?
Poeple say that love is pure.
Does it purify?
Can love filter out
bad memories of
the broken hearts
they left in me?
Can love re-open
all the doors
that i've closed
one time before?
Can love shake the numbness
from my skin
and fix the state i've
been left in?
Can love bring smiles
from my frowns
and stop the tears
so I don't drown?
Can love shine light
into my eyes
and soften the mood
when making goodbyes?
Can love revive
the life i've been given
and repave the road
that i've driven?
Can love purify
my heart?
If so, when does
it start?
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