Just listen around and you’ll hear the sound,
Of human suffering.
As the shadows start closing in,
The bird lies as he sings.
Broken pens and ugly ends,
And one who’s too far away.
Try to show the brightside,
But ignore the very things you say.
Horrors are real. Tell me what you feel.
Whisper what you fear.
Use those that care. Release the scare.
Cry another black tear.
Wipe it from your face. Do you want some space?
Drain disease from your skin.
One detests the father,
While another misses him.
Crooked spines and twisted minds,
And miles of open sea.
Stress and fear and anger,
Stop us from being who we want to be.
Being alone, I have not grown,
From what wounded me in the past.
The others have changed their landscape,
But pain can adapt fast.
Horrors are real. Tell me what you feel.
Whisper what you fear.
Use those that care. Release the scare.
Cry another black tear.
But we must push on.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 12:35 AM UTC
Just listen around and you’ll hear the sound,
Of human suffering.
As the shadows start closing in,
The bird lies as he sings.
Broken pens and ugly ends,
And one who’s too far away.
Try to show the brightside,
But ignore the very things you say.
Horrors are real. Tell me what you feel.
Whisper what you fear.
Use those that care. Release the scare.
Cry another black tear.
Wipe it from your face. Do you want some space?
Drain disease from your skin.
One detests the father,
While another misses him.
Crooked spines and twisted minds,
And miles of open sea.
Stress and fear and anger,
Stop us from being who we want to be.
Being alone, I have not grown,
From what wounded me in the past.
The others have changed their landscape,
But pain can adapt fast.
Horrors are real. Tell me what you feel.
Whisper what you fear.
Use those that care. Release the scare.
Cry another black tear.
But we must push on.
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