Who? do you love
What? are you thinking
When? will I feel happy
Where? can I go
Why? am I here
How? can I change the world

He looks at me with such pain.
Oh love what have you seen?
Take my broken wings and fly
for you are meant to sore
so far from this pain.
Grounded by my shadows,
You choose to stay
not knowing the destruction yet to come.
I fear for your survival
for I know the storm we face.
I pray the light you believe in still exists.
We are destined for the darkness now

I battled though the darkness
Pushed though the pain.
I caught a glimpse of sunlight
In the eye of the storm.
The waters calmed,
The shadows faded away
I put down my wepons
Destroyed my walls
Only to get thrown back in
Twisted, thrown and torn apart
My sole shattered once again.
Defenseces gone
Wepons left behind
How do you win a war
With nothing but a shell?
Barely surviving just the start
I'm doomed to drown forever more

The darkness started to fade away
just long enough to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.
Once again feeling, once again hopeful.
Only to bombard me with a hurricane
Twisting, ripping, shredding through my newly stitched soul
The peaces shattering to the ground
shadows engulfing me like a children's dance.
Once again my sole is clouded by the demons sins.
Why continue?
I have done it all, yet nothing works
none of them care enough to hit pause just for a moment
they expect you to leave everything behind and come to the beach
yet when you ask for them to just sit and listen to the rain
the shadows steal them away
So here I sit alone weighted down by the weight of the tears
whispering for help praying for just a flicker of a candle
hoping to scare the shadows away.
So here my clouded soul sits alone in the darkness of the hurricane.

You asked me for a secret. I couldn't think of one at the moment. A week past. Kept thinking about you. Kept thinking about you. Then I suddenly had the secret, you wanted to know, come into my mind. I wrote it down. The secret you want to know. I don't know if I should read it to you or let you read it yourself. I don't know what to do. Should I even mention it to you or should I not tell you at all. I have to see what I'm going to do when I see you again. If you or I even mention the word, "Secret"; I am going to tell you my secret.