Come home from your travels out west
And I promise I’ll be the best, Better than I’ve ever been
These are the song I’ll be writing if you plan on leaving
If you leave, leave knowing you’re leaving my behind
I’m not ready for the big dreams and lights
I’m not ready for the endless nights out on the road
Cause if I go, then who am I inside?

I can’t piggy-back your big dreams
And keep mine in a jar
I want careless bed and breakfasts
And falling for the wonder that you are

But the nights are getting colder and your dreams are getting bigger
Longing for the long nights on the road, Living for the stage and spotlights
While I’m quietly at home

So if you love me, believe me when I say, I love you endlessly
I wish you where coming home tonight, stay for more than till sunlight
I only know you in my dreams, replaying what we used to be

I am looking for forgiveness
In the words that you speak
But I’m not sure what I need
To be forgiven for
Its as if I left without a note
And you still knew to pick up the phone
Cause the voicemails changed
And you don’t sound the same, anymore
I can’t seem to find myself
In what my world's become
I can’t find myself in you, anymore
I wish that the answers were easy
But they’re still hard to hear
Cause you won’t speak them
If I told you that I missed myself
Would you give her back?

They march down the pathways
Spoiled with the residue of death
As the haze of loss illuminates the sky
The pain grows as if the sun still shines
On bright green grass
Oh the smell of summer in their dreams

The sound of boots marching on
As the dirt rises in the air
The sound of their steps
Hallow while their souls are bare
The horror flashes in the storm
On the silhouette of clouds

March, March, Marching on
They walk the barren land
The empire no longer capable to stand
As its foundation falters

Shallowly
My body quivers
Out
In
So, frantically begging
To open
And be filled

But nothing changes
Nothing moves
Nothing
Silence, physically pleading
Pouring into the meaninglessness

An ocean with no shore
A storm with no eye
Life
Without living
Death
Without dying

A battleground
The enemy; the state
As tanks lined the street ways
In the dark of the night
Like gasoline
Coating skin
Matches in a hostile hand
Suffocating; breathless
As poison exuberates
The sewer lines
The dirt; the grunge
The sunlight
Its first stream of rise
Golden on the alleyways
Where fear reverberates and strives
Like radiation seeping through
The walls
Filling the empty space
Until it bursts and fills
The residents  
Hallow; shallow souls
The people fill the town
From outside their wooden doors
And pour into menacing streets
With the lies promising in their eyes
Foreboding air fills their lungs
Like innocence and love
They look into the barrels
Of guns made out of steel
Silver shinning in the dawn light
The sleek shiver down their spines
The taste of ammunition
Like liquid on their tongues
They cling to one another
Like smoke to its flame
The ash of propaganda
A fire extinguishing their pain

Panic
Pulsing of the heart
So violently loud
Thick blood
Pumping through blue veins

Unnamed captives
Built in the chest
Crumbling
Battle of broken souls

Hands against ears
As eyelids squeeze shut
The sound of guns
Breaking
A ragging warrior

Hear pain
Against words
Breaths against the chest
Beginning
Beginning for
Hot, sweat, hurt

Drowsy eyes pry open
Hands wipe tears
The moment is over
Beauty lies
Within fear

hot
melting
pouring your sweet scent
between my lips
so lightly spread
air thick with anticipation
of your taste
oh Lady Summer, i pray for your embrace

Lady Winter,
your cold burning the warmth against my skin
taking all the day light
repenting for my sins
the hallow haunting of afflictions
as november wraps me in
ice frosted fingertips
bleeding in my skin

oh Lady Winter,
please leave me be
painted by the pain your weathered your eyes can see
As I wait for Lady Summer
hearing faint whispers in the wind
of a kiss I might remember
in a place I used to live