Truth is everybody has a sword to send through your heart

Truth is everybody will have something to say

Truth is everybody has something to hate

Sometimes even if it is something you never notice

Truth is everybody has a struggle

Truth is not everybody will make it out

Truth is everyone needs help at one point or another

Truth is you need to stand alone so they are willing to help

Cause always needing it can push some away

Truth is you need to map your own way

Truth is no one can ever really show you how to get there

Truth is riches wait at every end of any route

Truth is what holds at top is easy to break

Truth is no matter what there is never a true easy way on the rise up

But the fall is much quicker if you slip

Stay true to who you are and lead your own way, those who matter will come to follow

I hear them
Each day that passes
Gentle words from which there is no source
In each direction they come
Some of them joyous
Some of them hateful
Some of them scream
Few of them ever sing

I know few of the sounds
As the kind words of family and friend
Taken too soon
I hear them each day
I carry a part of them with me each day
I always am reminded of the two that pushed me furthest

The first an old man
Who I knew as a father
Took me in as a son
Only to be taken by his illness
When it got to be too strong
He was the only person I felt pushed me forward
As everyone else judged my mind

The second an young girl
Just a year behind me
We only spoke a few times
Through masked medium
Her life taken in bullets and blood
By her mother's side
Just before the man that hurt them both
Took his own life

I hear them both
I see them in my dreams
They push me forward
To help others in any way I can
I hope that soon, and with their help
I can bring the songs of the voices in my head
To The Voice

When people see me, they never see an ordinary man
A giant of man none the less
Those who have seen my heart sometimes ask this question more
And every time the whispers I give are oddly similar
I sometimes wonder if I had been on this Earth before
It would explain everything I understand
When people see what I have become
Out of the mess I was made
They always ask, "What's your Secret?"

I just tell them

My secret is that I never wonder
My secret lies in which I love
Everything I have seen in the past made me this way
In hoping to become something better
My secret is in the hearts I healed
Knowing that they still are able to beat
Truthfully I have no idea how deep this secret goes
I just know its the key to understanding all the rest

An old crush saw me at the park
With a baby girl by my side
She came up and said hello
She asked if the baby was mine
The baby was my sister, and we were out for a walk
She knew that there were a lot of young in my family
But just had to double check
Something about the way I acted, made me look like more of a father
She said she somehow knew that I would be a great dad
And asked,
"What's your Secret"

My secret is that I never wonder
My secret lies in which I love
Everything I have seen in the past made me this way
In hoping to become something better
My secret is in the hearts I healed
Knowing that they still are able to beat
Truthfully I have no idea how deep this secret goes
I just know its the key to understanding all the rest

Disbelief lies in those who have taken their first look
Ignorance in those of little minds
The smallest minds try to anger the beast inside
I can see the visions of the evil that has tried to boil
It tries to emerge to the surface
The claws grow from my fingertips,
Ready to peel their skin from their bones
But before the monster busts through its cage
A hand of grace caress its cheek
Sometimes its holder is living
Sometimes its holder is dead
Sometimes its holder has yet to experience either
No matter its holder, the effect is the same
The beast is slowly eased into a peaceful mind
Turning itself back to humanity
Those who have seen the beast know that its a power not to tamper
Become surprised of how quick I manage to recover
They ask,
"What's your Secret"

My secret is that I never wonder
My secret lies in which I love
Everything I have seen in the past made me this way
In hoping to become something better
My secret is in the hearts I healed
Knowing that they still are able to beat
Truthfully I have no idea how deep this secret goes
I just know its the key to understanding all the rest

In the shadows of the lost
The lights to move on have become illusion
As the war goes on
The sons left behind are trying to take over
Shredding the last trace of the whole
They try to trap me in the grounds
I hold all silence trying to stay at peace
But the fire only grows

I just want to move on in the grounds I built
But the wars creeps behind ever so close
I am tired of the battle
I thought I was done with this
The demons never stop hunting
Prying open all the bars that traps the skeletons
Buried deeper is the beast I starved
Seeing the flesh laying on the ground
Busting apart his cell ready to be unleashed again

Just one more year, one more bullet to take
Before I loose control
Days of chimes meant to embrace the love
Cannot be felt without their arms
I just want to have one year without the lost of light
I just want to find the last chance of passage into love
I just want to find Serenity

Where is the soul to bring life to the darkest of death
How to find a woman to walks the lines
And soar into the distance no how far we fall

Where is Serenity?

I have tried to find her work
Peering into every pure soul that catches my eye
Every time I find the doors
I only found the trails of vampires
Waiting to drain my essence

Serenity is somewhere in this world
I just want to see her just one time
Once I find her I know that my search will end
But just one question

Where is she?

Who will remember me, when the day is done
When the dust settles, and the beast is gone
The day that I concur the world, leaving no task undone
Who will remember me, when the smoke leaves this gun

Who will remember me, for the man I was
And not the shows I put on
The day that comes, when my fight no longer has a cause
Who will remember me the day my children show my face in crayon

The day my songs ring in my old stomping grounds
And my words hold the hearts of the young
Who will remember me for the boy I was
When the day comes it all has drowned

If I were to slip away without telling a soul
Who will remember me for trying to help theirs