i chased you for so long
gave up all i had
was so hard to do
but without you i went mad

yes i felt invincible
once i made you mine
what was before a shadow
the sun now chose to shine

my skin began to burn
sweat dripped from the heat
oblivious to the sun
as the concrete burned my feet

stranded in the open
no willow here or there
refuge under my own shirt
an act of pure despair  

a man becomes a fool
when all that can be seen
is greener grass and then forgets
to bring his own sunscreen

my dreams are real, not that yours aren't
but mine have been grown from the soil of heart
to be heard and be felt from the voice from within
a tune for the ears to raise bumps on your skin
just to hit you so hard that you fall to the floor
not from the punch of my fist but my truth you adore
not a quest for riches not a quest for things
not driven by fame or by diamonds or rings
an arena with thousands won't do the trick
if the words that i spread make my conscience feel sick
just a stool and a mic, an acoustic right there
in a bar just half full with most who don't care
the best part of all are the few who show up
not to drink and get drunk but just sip from their cup
as they laugh and converse about sports and the news
i sing on my own to my old fashioned blues
my most valued possession some may think is odd
not a possession all, but a smile and a nod

Like a friend with bad intentions
Voices silently shouting no
When you’ve got a spark hope
The flame is smothered to a glow

Don’t you listen to yourself?
There must be more to life than this
You’ve grown so weak and cold
Your mind a deep and dark abyss

Inside youre dying slowly
but you're dying thats for sure
As comments cloud your every thought
And slam each open door

There must be more than this
They all said it would be fun
Like an orphan in a home
You hope you’ll be the one

So you’ll change you say?
Theres nothing stopping you
You’ve got the things you need
Just start at one then two

The time to change is now
Do it now before youre dead
Don’t become defeated
By the voice inside your head.

To me it felt like slipping
and falling from the dream
panic my first reaction
so lost that I could scream

the fall was long and windy
full of question and despair
but as the plummet lingered
tranquility filled the air

with nothing to hold on to
control a distant friend
white-knuckled grip replaced by hands
now used to break the trend

it is quite amazing
when a fall turns to a float
held up and unrestricted
just like water to a boat

at first it was a horrific
life just tearing at the seam
but inside my nightmare
I slipped and fell into my dream