Seeing this world with lucid eyes,
It's challenging to call it home,
But finding peace in this entropy is not to see the ugly of this place,
But to see beauty in the midst of ugly.

And even i'm still learning to do that.

I walk with my soul on my back,
All jumbled with my life in a sack,
It dirties and tumbles all around,
Inside this sack on my back.

It shakes with my worries and stress,
And with my fears that never rest,
But if I were to choose I'd have to say,
The least of its worries is fears and stress.

I heard a cry in the middle of the night,
It came from woods afar,
It came from beyond a world I know,
A world farther than the morning light

I heard a voice speak to me,
It yearned for the trees to know,
It wanted to woods and grass to see,
And weeds and flowers that grow,

The garden in the woods is dead now,
That world beyond what we know,
And the voice that trembled and spoke in my head,
That familiar voice was mine.

Funny how a word,
just a tiny little word,
can slither it's way into your ears,
and tingle it's way down your spine.

Funny how a word,
can wrap itself around your stomach,
intertwine itself through your body,
and make you feel nothing but guilt and regret,

Funny how a word,
can pierce your solid lungs,
shrivel them to dust,
leaving you choking in the air you breathe,

Funny how a word,
can reach into your chest,
and crumble your heart to pieces.

better plug your ears my friends.

I want to be gone,
to be away from this world,
to linger in the depths of my head.

I want to feel alone,
feel closed from the world,
in a state to have nothing to dread.

Then why do I seek company?
someone or something to care?
why can't I slip into the shadows?
to be as safe and invisible as air?

I want to be gone,
away from this world,
to fade into the comforting black sea,

I want to be gone,
alone and free,
but I never want to leave.

Smell the morning dew,
open the curtain and feel the breeze,
here the singing birds,
the time I feel at ease,

See the horizon sun,
through the window it gleams,
but the sound of horns and working roads,
is what woke me from that beautiful summer's dream.

If I could I would,
fly across this world,
through the sky and clouds,
never looking down.

I would swim with the breeze,
and ride with the waves,
not a care in the world,
not a care I say.

I could be free like a bird,
sing with the angels,
or sit with the graves,
not saying a word.

I could smile like the sun,
and dance like a fire,
but my could's and would's are can'ts,
for I am alive,
and I cannot Retire.

Still and silent,
it sits grandly in the middle of the room,
waiting to be brought to life,
polished ivory,
shiny black and white,
lid lifted and strings visible.

She walks in the door,
it's time now to begin what's been waited for,
the seat creaks as she opens the top,
pulling a book of music out,
and begins to play the beautiful instrument.

Note after note,
the sound resonates,
throughout the space,
filling the void.

Pushing the foot pedals,
she creates many different incredible sounds,
as her fingers lightly move up and down the keys,
she smiles,
and people come to watch her,
not only her,
but the piano as well.

If it could be fall,
all year long,
I'd dance with the leaves,
along with the wind's song,

If it could be fall,
every single day,
such a world I would love,
in such a world I would stay,

If it could be fall,
till the end of time,
I'd sway with the trees,
this world forever mine.

Look at me,
here I am,
saying nothing,
just holding your hand,

You cry out of sorrow,
your tears hitting the ground,
I can feel your sobbing,
but hear little sound,

"What have I done?",
is all you seem to say,
you now realize your decision,
has a price to pay,

Look at you,
gripping my hand,
you brought this on yourself,
that I understand.

Fallen angel do not cry,
all the sadness is soon to pass by,
fallen angel do not weep,
all that was yours is now for you to keep,

Fallen angel do not be scared,
you can defeat the red eyes with nostrils flared,
fallen angel do not cry,
all the sadness is soon to pass by,

Fallen angel feel the bliss,
let the hands of God hold you and the angels kiss,
fallen angel do not cry,
all the sadness is soon to pass by.