You say your right
But do we know?
Can we know?
With facts no stronger than twisted opinion

Is ignorance really so bad?
I rely on nothing
I claim knowledge over nothing
I truly wish to understand the unknown

Break out your facts
Teach me your beliefs
But I'll only listen to your acts
And by the end of your lecture I’d bet misinformation will only increase

Knowledge is power
Understanding is more
If we don't wish this to be our final hour
Then let's make this our new war

A war of global understanding
Attacking each other’s unknowns
Pursuing everyone until we all stand or fall, together

Differences give us strength
Unity gives us voice
A common goal gives us purpose
Yet the unknown gives us drive

What they don't know about us
What we don't know about them
There is so much to discuss
Only in our unity can our purpose thrum

Never say your right
Only say what you think
Pursue the unknown with all your might
Even if it pushes you to the brink

Our world doesn't need sheep
Nor does it need shepherds
It needs people
Willing to stand and find answers on their own.

We begin much the same as we end
just with new memories to draw from
whole new ideas to comprehend
and a brand-new person we could become

Now we sit in the dusk between what was and could be
to rise from the chaos beautifully
we must only look around and avoid any debris
and when you're free and clear aim for something a little bourgeois
for better than that, a few can guarantee

At the horizon of what can be and what will
know what you want to do and discover yourself along the way
just make sure you're on the long trek up hill
or you might slip away

Don’t lose sight of who you were and who you are
and know that you’re traveled all this way
and you’ll go so far
so live every day mindful of yesterday, hopeful of tomorrow
and focused on today

He stood in a pitch-black room alone.
Looking out the window at the sun.
Unable to feel the warmth on his skin or let the light in.
A cracked and worn mask upon his face.
A forced smile chiseled onto the broken plaster.
The colors faded to white.
Not even he knows his own face anymore.

He stood at the window looking out.
Ignored all but the light.
Kept the darkness behind him and out of sight.
Never letting on it was there.

But the more he ignored it the more it grew.
It crept onto the window and blurred the light.

In the end the mask was not for others.
But for him.

For he feared what was within.

It shattered on the floor with his realization.
That he was only fooling himself.
The sun flickered and faded.
He fell to the floor, jaded.
To find nothing but a hole waiting.

So, he fell.
Plummeting but accepting.
This is how it should be.
Hitting the bottom racks his body in pain.
Radiating to everywhere from nowhere.

He thanks it, the pain.
It is something he thought he had lost, feeling.
Laying at the bottom he hears hit falling.
The rain.

A downpour of emotion.
The water rushes over him
and he feels every tear he couldn’t cry.
Every time he forced a lie.
It is all there flowing over him, enveloping him.

The rain doesn’t stop.
The pit fills with emotion.
And he sinks to the bottom.
Where he feels he belongs.

Closing his eyes and lets it all in.


Because pain and sadness are better than nothing at all.