Words scribbled on the underside of an old envelope
|
becoming everything inside.
|
Ink spilled on paper, but in a deeper sense,
|
several sentences blurred by tears
|
represented more sentiment,
|
more that was meaningful and real,
|
then the years that led to this crossroads.
|
|
I heard the door close-
|
not slamming, but slinking shut
|
in an unfortunate and unhappy desire to be undetected,
|
as if secrecy could lesson the pain.
|
|
Sometimes our lives descend, insnared
|
as storms upon the soul
|
and rains may strike dividing
|
to sever what was whole
|
but though your limbs feel torn and twisted
|
and your memories turn cold
|
take heart, for I am with you still
|
and will catch you should you fall
|
Eyes to Heaven
|
Lost and searching for the truth
|
The words to mend your broken heart
|
can only come from you
|
Eyes to Heaven
|
building secrets from your pain
|
a virtue lost in innocence
|
is lost here all the same
|
|
a beautiful dreamer locked in reticence
|
in a tower of your soul
|
what lies so deep and undisturbed
|
fears torment in the world
|
lightning flashes warning
|
to whispers in the rain
|
the fire climbing upwards
|
your fortress lies in flame
|
just pray you do the right thing
|
Eyes to Heaven
|
Lost and searching for the truth
|
The words to mend your broken heart
|
can only come from you
|
Eyes to Heaven
|
building secrets from your pain
|
in prayers to end the suffering
|
heard by a soldier's saint.
|
Eyes to Heaven
|
Lost and searching for the truth
|
I am lost, and I'm falling
|
|
Just pray you do the right thing
|
|
-----------------
|
Fortress (Eyes to Heaven)
|
The Cruxshadows |