How many bridges can you build,
How many places can you see.
The more bridges you build.
The less bridges you burn.
The more you do.
The less you know.

Greet me!

You think you know me
You think you’ve seen me

Praise me!

For I am a hero with my own might,
I am a savior in my own right.

Love me!

For I am Love,
and I am a vision of him

Fear me!

For you think you know me
You think you’ve seen me
You think I’m your hero
but in truth; I’m no one’s hero but everyone's last step before the fall

It's getting closer.
I can feel it.
The bottom.
What a lonely place to be.
What a rocky trip this is.
What cruel fate awaits me.
Or at least this me;
There's another one of those apparently.
Another that is angry,
That is mad and that is getting fed-up with being so oppressed.
Another that wishes to speak,
Another that longs to breath.
She pushes me to speak out of turn.
She pushes me to seek out air.
It's getting closer!
I can feel the shift in the air,
the changing currents of the underlying tides.
I'm scared the fall will hurt..
Not only me but those around me.
I feel like a ticking time bomb and there is no way to stop it,
to subdue it to avert it.
It's getting closer.
It's almost over.
...

What if at the very end we were asked?
What if at the very end we were offered?
A chance , a one of a kind opportunity..
To do it all again.
All of IT,
With one catch!

Not to do a single thing differently,
to lose all the knowledge we gained,
and start over as if we were never there!

And we took it simply because
we hoped there would be hope.

We took it because we were stupid enough to *Hope.

I speak for a life you've never had
I speak for the dream you've never lived
I am the poison coursing through your veins
I am the one you call insane

You dream of a life you've never had
You dream of a purpose you never knew
You think life courses through your veins
You’re only playing regrets’ greatest games

I speak for a life you've never had
I speak for the dream you've never lived
I speak in terms of what if and what was
I speak of visions once known now lost

I am the referee, the collector of your sin
I am the silent whispers hidden within

I have a friend,
and a friend she maybe.
Though life’s grasp has a hold on her,
She does the same to me.
We stand at the edge of a forgotten road,
looking back at mistakes of past lives untold.
I have a friend,
a friend she may be.
But sometimes I don't see how she can be a friend to me..

I am an idea thought up.
I am an idea forgotten.
I was a thought heard.
I am a thought  forgotten.
I am what you could’ve been.
I am the song of your heart.
I am a song unheard.
I am erased and forgotten.

They tell me to stand tall,
be proud and survive it all.
They tell me I am needed,
They say I am loved, cared for,
then again sometimes conceded .

I say; "That might be true, but like life,
it's neither easy nor is it see through."

For arguments sake hear me out:
Don't stick to your guns,
there is always a shadow of a doubt.
Trust and faith, you see,
Are not what change would implore.
For deep in your core, just hear me,
Life is a struggle known forever more.

And while we're brought up, taught and told
that true strength should conquer all,
as to where to get it we have no clue.
Unarmed fending for ourselves we find out the truth.

Be still my heart and never break.
For when all is said and done it's your own ache.
You can NOT get crushed under your own weight.
But carry it know it all without hate.
It is what it is, he is who he was and now it's too late.
Be still my heart and never break.
Now you my dear heart will beat no longer quite the same.
Till the day we meet him again till we him once again.
Be still my heart don't like his break.

I am not the only one.
I simply don't want to be.
I am not the only one.
In fact I think there are three.

To make it about the one and only,
in my mind that must feel so lonely.
Too big, too huge, too grave an authority.
For one person to carry around another's priority.

Somewhere inside my soul,
There lies my faith in the world.
I try to believe in the empty,
But there’s nothing to see.
I try to live intellectually,
But therein no logic to me.
I wish to see the world for what it is,
But I mistake it's beauty for the ugliness with in.
I feel like my sight has lost its way,
While looking for something To believe is true.

In and out, life has now surely run out
you came in with a cry, bowed out with a smile
Your last act is what you made it out to be and aspire
Your life’s work is what it is and where it will forever be
In and out, your life has passed and another’s has begun,
You are no longer forgotten, you had a good run!

In and out,
Memories of what was written, in life was forgot,
So you get a heads up before you're knocked down.
What life has to offer is no longer a crown.
In and out, time will only run out.
*You'll live through it all, you'll find a way around.

Everything.