Ever have those days of no light?
Where you want your name inscribed into a piece of stone?
Or wishing you could be that weeping willow that's draping the hill side?

Both seen and unique
Voices from above recall the day you earned your name on that stone
Fingers from all decades retrace marks in your bark from when they were weeping by that willow

Both monumental and irreplaceable
Days roll by
A lone crow calls into the thunderous clouds
Rose petals paddle on the breeze

Mud trickles down your roots,
Slips into the etched name that you were born with on that pristine piece of stone
No one will ever make sense of it all
Because no one will ever crave to have a stone like yours
And no one will ever weep by that willow
Or hear that call from the lone crow
Or watch the petals float along in the breeze

The calendar will mark
That day
When the angels call you
And you don't come

The watch on my wrist will show
That hour
When the angels come for you
And you begin to run the other way

The angels, all dressed in white
Will steal you
They will raise you up into the thunderous, sorrowing clouds

And you no longer live in a world that's
Lit by the Shadows in the Night

Wiping away the tears,
Seeing the scars from the blades.
Wishing for a new beginning,
Starting my life over again and getting a second chance.
Because of you telling me things will get better.

Living not for myself, but for others,
Trying to put myself back together.
Longing for someone to understand why I'm so destroyed,
Tipping over in the tiny breeze, going to be stronger in the end.
Because of you pushing me.

Getting back up on my feet,
Holding on tight.
Giving everything I've got into surviving through the night,
Hopes and prayers that are going to come true, someday.
Because of you and your Faith in me.

Blades are for the weak,
Riding in the surf of desperation for nine years.
Braving the demons that held me back,
Restoring my fire to keep on going now though.
Because of you being there for me.

Coming out the other side,
Inspired by you to turn my life around.
Crawling, eventually going to stand tall,
I am going to stick things out.
Because of you.

Pick up a pen
Drop it a minute after
Clearing your mind through song
Failing to find the right lyrics
Create your own but you have to...
Pick up a pen
Dropping it from exhaustion
Cluttering your mind this time round from phrases
Until finally the right lyrics appear
You picked up that pen
And only dropped it to scribble out confusing letters and thoughts
Don't drop it
'Cause then you'll never be able to pick it up again