Branches fall as time goes
Roots strengthen as health flows
And leaves fall out of reach.

Winter hits with strong chills
The inside becomes cold
Frozen from life
Numb by strife.

Though seasonal growth will come about
The figure of itself will change from a pout
But seasonal death will once again pilfer.

Vast change resulting in the same thing
Sounds a little like how insanity sings
So waiting will be best, till I see

A lengthy hope will
Fall, fall, fall
Out of reach

As a piano is played
I'll falter into a never ending gaze,
Imagination beautifully crazed

There is always a cold and uncomfortable bench
A bench for each and every person to reassess life
To sit and discover the simple gaze to the end of vision
And the random yet not so aimless wonder that uncontrollably arrives
To define the hidden pure happiness that doesn't bloom
A possibly imaginative belief
Only present after a life's defeat

As so far back he cares to remember
He pictures seeing his old man lose the temper
And the angels face is one to be punished
The same angel that protects from old mans rage
Forcefully putting herself in another place
It's been going on for uncounted years
Simply put, hair fallen out for fear
Every day it would happen inside
Kept away from everyone till the day that he died
And now the anger lives on through their son
He who saw, caught it all, a whole childhood raw
Everything, so dark, covering up to hide the marks
But under force there's an attempt to justify a returning
Pretend that he's just a hurt person
Let the little one be the last to pray
Please don't stay

The fact that a nightmare becomes truth
Shatters hope for a life of dreamt fantasy
Dare to blame me for a life uncouth
Traumatize whats left of me

Foggy to the minds
Yet so clear to many hearts
Unbelievable

Sometimes
On my silent walks home
When I see people
I try to make a movie
In my mind
About their life
Maybe compare it
To mine
For no known reason