Outside the wind is blowing
Close the door behind you
Let's forget ourselves
Like there's no one else

The sun it starts descending
The days gone by
And I close my eyes
And picture coloured skies
Of a brighter day

In this thing called life

Under the bridge that holds us high
There's an anchor found
Holding someone down

The birds, they sing there lullabies
To ease the minds
Through the lonely nights

In this thing called life

Oh and when it rains
Dance your soul away
Cleanse yourself of sin
And wash away the pain

In this thing called life

I want to go home, I want to sleep
Why isn't anyone talking to me?
I want to belong, feel I'm in place
Why am I always the mismatched piece?

I want to scream, just be alone
with just me, myself
Do I have to be here?
Why can't I make my thoughts clear?

But I sit and smile
And make out to be
Happy and jolly
Just laugh endlessly
To distract from the facts
From what's in my head
I'm just so happy, my mind isn't read

An adult is but a child a few years older,
We think the same, but sometimes time
Has thought us what we know.

Time doesn't make us wiser,
We enlighten ourselves
If we wish, we seek and wander,
or we can stay safely on our shelves.

So who's to say who's smarter,
Who's to really know?
Who's to say that knowledge
Is that, that really shows.

Frozen moments
Stop and smile
Memories golden
Left for a while

Place, people, hopes
We didn't know our faith
Future like a ghost
Lingering with days

Hide your tears
Wipe your eyes
All sorrows to the back of your mind
For looking back you'll see what's good
You'll know the bad
What's left you should
Cherish
For in that moment
Everything was fine
Everyone stood still
To keep this one moment in time

I crave so much
to feel.
What is it to feel?
A touch, or something so much more

Interlock and synchronise
with another beating heart.
To feel something more and greater than yourself

We can all see
But not all see
We can all feel

But some are the lucky ones
and do.

Smoke in my lungs
Prevents me from breathing
The air that I love

I don't deserve
The beautiful air
Yet another thing

I turn from pure
To something toxic
Pessimistics what I'm called

It's more than this one small thing
It's truth

Perspective;
sheds a light on truth.

One story holds many truths,
that is told through the half-truths that went before us.

We are victim to both past and future,
but what of present?
Only what we allow ourselves to be

Foggy and feared
Unclear what is there
Is there or near
What's to come, my dear

You foolish child
Loosing your way
Running wild
It's your path, you take

I watch in worry
Watch and cry
I can't but wonder
Why you lie

To me, to them
To you even
You're digging a grave
That you'll have to sit in

Dig a lot deeper
My shallow son
Under the surface, the skin, the lies
There's a lost soul, straying, on the run

Seeking out for something real
Something to release that fear

Haunted by the meandering, flickering thoughts
Hearts racing and pacing
Dare we speak it, we dare not

Who are we?
Without air to breath
Eyes to see
Skin to feel?

Who are we?
Love's creation,
part of a nation,
one spek in the universe
Here to be?

Who are we?
And why are we?

We are but beating hearts
blood and flesh
Held together by skeleton
And all we do is break

And all we'll do is break.

I sit at my window
I sit on the pane
I picture a scene
Where nothings the same

What if, how come?
I don't understand
If I just jump
Would you be glad

I would, I think
At times I wonder
Would it save me
Or be just a blunder