I should be chasing my dreams; So many years ahead and possibilities. Hope and be fearless, or maybe; run and be restless. But instead I'm caged within my own walls, So here I rest and that is for the best.
On the verge of my best verse; Afterall the realisations and commendations; I stop. Left it incomplete; couldn't write; Just because I didn't know how to ask you to, Like, share and subscribe.
Whole they were at proceedings; Small parts and pieces fell off when once smashed but then they know how to come together. To fair the unfairs and fasten the knots, Throughout their lives a lot was learned, So the time has come for the broken to fix this world.
Another day in my masked life, without a blink; It passes by. Plaster for the broken heart and morphine for the bullet holes; What can you do more for the dead and gone, They can't hear you and neither can God. So my prayers are for myself today Hope I can hang on just for another day.
A silhouette blocks the light coming from the window pane, I Think how it is like to fly when locked up in a holding cell. Deprived of a body yet no stranger to pain. Your thoughts will always present with hope and glimmer, something you won't be able to explain.
To look for that moment in between; that I craved so preciously, Through all those painful years and sleepless fortnights, I would tell myself lies and prepare to greet, Even knowing that I shut my eyes at seventeen.