I finally got it right you see, he uttered with a smile
I'm finally back to where I was when I just a child
I spent my years pretending every move I made was right
until I faced reality without a place to hide
in baring what I'd covered up I breathed my very first
and realized I never lost my precious little girls
they walked with me through darkness, stayed together when I broke
reminded me the light was on whenever I went home
my hands were always counting down my fingers to a fist
and I would let the anger have its way because of this
but countless be my sorries as my character's remade
a father to his children says, I need you every day

if you have ever floated then you know what it is like
to be detached from everything that comes into your sight
and maybe others point it out with fingers taint the same
to fuse the con you're endlessly rejecting in your brain
for lesser is the cost of doubt than faith gone fully blind
and challenged be the character of those we leave behind
my only hope is tangled up but still alive and well
I can't imagine giving up is something left to sell
a monetary gain is but a temporal reprieve
from all the things we want to claim as normalcy believed
considering perimeters are widely broken down
when other peoples' circumstance is all the more profound
so may we beg the question, will we fall asleep and die
or wake up with the sun as though we never closed our eyes

your legs will be the first to go
the bottom half of all you know
foundations stand upon the feet
of everything you cannot see
but if you close your eyes to stand
you'll start to sink into the sand
and while you disappear tonight
another soul will claim your life
in such a way you may not feel
reality becomes surreal
and every time you try to wake
there's no one there to keep you safe
so gather up the things you know
and start to live by letting go

it's likely you have come to know the closeness of your skin
and made as much or little of the way you'll die with it
we've all consumed the poison we injected like a drug
but told ourselves the blame is on the

ones who made this up
the justice of inheritance, rewritten every day
has talked for long enough to know there's nothing left to say
and as we try to rearrange, to shake, to even lie
the proof is like the time and passes every day alike
so let us be enlightened or deceived because of choice
we haven't changed a single thing we've added to the noise

so many are the songs we carry underneath our skin
but can we sing them loud enough to let the people in
We may not have a melody to sanctify each word
let not the noise of every day give bitterness a turn
there's so much black and white to see and ever more to claim
I can't imagine living life will render us the same
we can't be hiding every time we want to be alone
our lives are part of everything we've ever dared to know
and if our knowledge sets us free then let us share it all
no matter where we find ourselves in summer, spring or fall
the coldest days of winter may reflect the ice of time
but every moment frozen still becomes another rhyme
don't chase the seasons just because you know they're always there
for someone else is going to pretend you're not aware
and if your voice is given up another's will be born
with just as much propensity as once you had before
the hats have been created by the heads who never sleep
they only want to take away the way of life you seek