I'd guide you but you'd fight to not be controlled
I'd let you be but you'd cry out abandonment
You'd tell me what to do but would it be for me or for you
I hope for your sake you find peace because I know I'll get to sleep.

The more that I look around the more I see there is no up or down,
A smile or frown the same thing depends on how you're feeling now,
Like a wave and its brilliant arc crashing down while the other side a rising spark,
Or how the silence of night is penetrated by the resilience of the light,
Or is it the other way around?
A perfect circle with no end also has no point of origin,
Where do we begin, are we lost in sin or possibly forgiven from the evil depths within,
We sink in stride and strive to rise from this abyss that we are in,
Thought of void lost in dull white noise I could not place the choice.

Would you truly understand me if I actually spoke to you?
Would you turn a blind eye if my thoughts were see through?
If I open my mind to you what would you really do?
In a world of strangers could you truly know me?
If the heart is a map to the soul would you care to show me?
What would it take to grow old and ask that you hold me?
In many ways we're frozen in place with time that's in motion.
Innocence is not lost, its corrupted and held out in the open.
To know what it means you must've seen what it takes to be broken.
Each impass is simply a choice that we must make.
Every obstical is merely a divide between past and fake.
If I let you inside would you hide if only for your sake?
I am a master mason for the walls that I have built.
I am a guest of Satan for the hate that I have felt.
I am the hand of God for the shame that I have dealt.
I rest on neither side, an unstable center am I.
Blessed is he who finds a sence of meaning in life.
I thought that yould try so I've ventured back into my.
One day you'll see what it means to be me,
On that day you'll find what it means to be you,
Somehow I shall show what it is to be free,
I know what you see, it lacks the color of true,
Lost in the grey a tale of light you can't believe,
There is a way out obscured by clouds is the blue.
In shackles we live meant to die in the ground.
If the chains were broken would you fly to the sound?
Would you sit there and weep for what you could have known?
Or would you lie there and sleep a lost soul to its own?

To live without feeling is to fly under ceiling, for clipped wings shall never sing of the sky.
To harm without healing is to pray without kneeling, for snipped strings shall never sing of a lie.
Once tied in a knot they strip freedom, yet unraveled they're gone without leaving.
Mention memory and you speak of a scar, yet let it go and you haven't gone very far.
To grow is to fast go towards decay yet let time tick another sip from the glass while you slow from the pace and you'll find its simply gone by to fast.

If I didn't talk would we even speak?
If I was gone tomorow would you ever know?
Would you care to spare the thought, or is the truth that it matters not?
But that's just it isnt it, you've always spared me the truth.
Never letting me know you in exchange for whatever new excuse.
Best to lie than lose who cares now isn't that right?
My truth is my sails are without wind ragged and sunken to the sea floor, and I can't think of any reason to keep fighting for.
Truth is the bouts rigged, was always slated to begin.
I hope you enjoy your life, the I'm through with mine.
I only pray you find a reason to smile as you keep slipping through time.

The nameless try to blame this hate upon fate,
The shameless are faceless that place faith in its grave,
Victims they play, dealing death as a game,
Symptoms of taste for the innocent in graves,
A soulless shell is a martyr of hell who cries their vigil is righteous yet lifeless body's lie in their wake,
Justice shall come my message is cryptic yet holy while gifted with venomous tounge,
I am the serpent of Eden the apple of Eve,
I am the staff of Mosses should he have been hopeless,
I am the light of Ra sent to strip you of the sight of God,
The lost children silently weep sleeplesly plagued by your disease,
The faithless shall take heed for I am the sword of vengeance sent to fulfill their need.

Once upon a time I believe you were just like me lost in quiet isolation and yet simply free,
Air beneath your wings as yould soar above the shimmering starlight reflecting off the sea,
At what point did you dive down to fatefuly crash beneath the waves and riptides which held fast to your feet like roots to a tree,
Quiet, listen now to the sound of the song bird as she sings in subtle undertones that reveal how she longs for your return,
Hush now that simple tale of this doom and gloom that you speak for a flower that blooms in the spring must fail in the fall as summer and winter bring full circle the tale of us all,
Must you heed her call and return once more to rise above this all for a star as we are is not meant to burn down and simmer a dull glow,
Its meant to shine above all and bring light to where dark would like to fall,
However still the choice is yours for destiny is will and strength is resolve you must decide for yourself to which side yould like home to be called.