I find my place
With the fear you will not forgive
the harms I caused you
I will always regret that night
fatigued and consumed
my eternal sentence
will pass down
the great judge
traps me in this prison
the deep of my loneliness
There are you are.

There are voices, voices in my head,
When all I want is calm instead,
To be free from fear and cold and dread,
So I can find the rest that waits ahead.

There are voices, voices in my mind,
but I know not what they seek to find.
They just fight and tear and rip and grind,
and leave the real me behind.

There are voices, voices in my heart,
And this is what they now impart:
"In beauty, drama, dance and art,
that is where the healing starts."

It is what it is,
tell the parents,
tell the kids.
A little bit of take
and a little bit of give.

It is what it is.
It's how we die.
It's how we live.
We keep up on the score,
We keep our spirit off the skids.

Got to take care of the biz,
Some is mine,
Some is his,
And all that's left to say
is that it is what it is.

The sunshine is all around you.
Birds are flying by and singing.
Kids are laughing and playing.
An old man fishes at the rivers edge.

A girl is over there smiling,
in a way she hasn't in a while.
The dogs are enjoying the warm afternoon.
An ice cream truck chimes nearby.

But you don't see any of it.
Because you're caught
in the siren call
of that white, flickering screen.

Shame.

We cannot move.
We cannot cry.
We cannot love.
We cannot lie.

We cannot heal.
We cannot fear.
We cannot dream.
We cannot cheer.

We cannot laugh.
We cannot cope.
We cannot thrive.
We cannot hope.

We can only stay frozen.
Until someone sets us free.

Ragged clothes upon my back,
A knife that tore my flesh.
Tossed against the wicked walls,
Bound and beat and threshed.

My body ached with constant pain.
My soul was incomplete.
But with everything that I could muster,
I rose up to my feet.

The journey wasn't easy.
A dangerous, drifting track.
Fighting against the rising tide,
I somehow made it back.

I don't take anything for granted.
I fight hard for all I've earned.
I know what it is to walk through fire
and come out a little burned.

Silently tracking, I've come here to listen.
That is my duty,  That is my mission.
Truth be told, I'm surprised to be in this position,
but I play the cards I get dealt, so I've made my decision.

People, they talk and they shout and they chatter.
When often they need to ask: "Hey now, what's the matter?"
Maybe if we can shut down the noise and the clatter,
We can get to the heart of a soul that's been shattered.

So keep your lips sealed and speak with your ears,
That's how we beat the frustration and fears.
Just listen and see what fresh movement appears,
When your heartbeat is stronger and your mind finally clears.