I'm here missing you, no April fools
I don't know if its the things you did or the things I do
Like
Thinking about you all the time
Trying to change cause continuing would be a crime
Deep inside I know my education should be prime
But what do I do when the shackles don't seem to be a problem when you all that's on my mind
I fight, I struggle, I swim oceans for that salvation
The hunger that is you is in me and I hope for that starvation
Controls gone, passion gained and the future finally feels true
Even so, I feel good because I know my emotions grew
But then hey, I'm just here missing you
No April fools

As I walk these lonely streets
As I feel the passage of souls
As I look to where land and sky meets
I can't help but feel the prophesy unfold.

Why are we the way we are
Do we get lost from walking so many different paths
While searching for things we left behind at the very beginning
Is it hope, greed, passion that guides us   or do we just look through the future into the past for that which we were and could be
Forgetting we are locked up in chambers, deep in slumber and that which we perceive as reality is nothing more than a long vivid dream
Are we what we are as seen in the eyes of children
Or do we become what we will with the passage of time and the wisdom of age
Do we find solace in knowing our safety is assured or on our last day that praises of our exploits shall be sang
Gripped at the heart by the fear of the unknown because we do not know what comes after we go to rest on our eternal bed.

Oh child, what have you done
You've made your mother cry
No longer called your father's son

Why'd you leave home
The comfort, the love
Only to get lost in the mines of all that glitters but which isn't all gold

Blinded by the selfish possibilities
Home forgotten, head stuck looking to the future of what might be
not able to look behind at the past and see

Come back mother prays
Father's worries are buried deep inside, covered with stern looks, denials and thoughts of you kept at bay

For you are too young to set out on your own
Only if you'd look back, just a glimpse and see where your heart lies can still be called home.