I've kept you at the top every heartbeat that I have
and every time I breathe again I wander through our past
I never had to dream when you were holding onto me
but now that you're away my body only chases sleep
I see you with the eyes I cannot close to everything
this world is not the same without the songs you love to sing
I owe you something made of Truth the same you made for us
a token of my gratitude that cannot be undone
my mother always told me, "hope's the last to die my dear"
so I will wait forever with the hope you'll find me here

our ladders aren't made of
other people that we climb
the ones we like to bury
with the passing of the time
we play with all their thoughts
like an entitlement we own
and make ourselves the thieves
of any chance of letting go
I know we're only human
but we're capable of more
than holding onto to tragedies
some other people wore
your skin is only loyal
if you choose to give it up
to everything you cannot see
but blindly choose to love

the days have gotten shorter now and he can barely see
and when the sun has disappeared he'll let it buried be
he never fights the moon at all and feels its push and pull
and when he falls asleep tonight he'll ask to be its fool  
in slumber do the shadows often rearrange again
but when he has his eyes awake he'll walk away from them
his feet will not be rooted in the elements exposed
for he has found a hiding place for memories to go  
his thoughts will be the sermon he may never cease to tell
*"I'm not afraid to die," he said, "I bid you all farewell"

my hands are in my eyes today for all the world to see
and everything is Smaller than I ever thought it'd be  
I see so many people disconnected at the hand
and they all welcome madness they're not forced to understand
a turning of the Cheek is not a practice anymore
when stakes are cast like seconds while humility's ignored
there's nothing left to torture, barely anyone to blame
so stuck inside a storyline that always reads the same
but if we don't engage our time with empty bitter thoughts
the trains that move in Circles will eventually burn off
for when we start to recognize the motives others have
the judgements in themselves will disappear as they are passed
though time may still be wasted by the lot of those run
it will return to those who have been waiting for the sun

"My skin is always crawling," said the body to the soul
"I've turned into an ant but there is nowhere left to go"
the world is being eaten by the people being served
but I won't come to dinner lest I'm cooked to be observed
there seems to be a fire burning everything in sight
consuming with a fury those who fair a different fight
I may have lost some footing but I'll never lose my legs
I will not play accomplice to what everybody says
so catch me if you can and do whatever you so choose
you may have burned my body but I crawled away from you