How did it come this way
Each day hosts clouds of gray.
The shadow proves the sunshine,
or so I've heard her say.
The words she said used to be mine,
no longer feel this way.

We know the pain, we've sown the seeds.
It makes it worse when nothing bleeds.
There is no cure for our disease.

There will always be deaths and lives,
But in the end of alibis,
It all drifts away when a mother cries.

Last night I lay awake alone in bed.
With thoughts of dreams and hopes I left behind.
The things I've done have filled me full of dread,
While those I missed renew within my mind

Tonight the antlers moan inside my skull,
Singing of love that passed away with life.
My rights and wrongs I can not help but mull.
My troubled heart is bleeding from that knife.

I fall asleep, I need to find a way.
When doves! They come, I'm lifted off the ground.
I see that if for one more second stay,
Beneath the raging waters I'd have drowned.

My purpose I see for now is quite stark,
The hearts you left to soon to warm, I'll mark.

My friends I did not want to be,
With you, I needed, here with me.

The words I said, misunderstood,
I'd take them back, I wish I could.

We can't get up without a fall,
Maybe we will, by autumn call.

Bookmark in place, I bid ado.
With these last three words, I love you.