We come with different ties to severed emotions,
We run from ourselves in the midst of the energy we have created,
I find myself fallen in an array,
Watching and following with no sense of direction to pull me down in anyway,
Somehow I find it in you,
Somehow I feel guided to the light that is on you expression,
Falling with piercing sirens that try to wake me,
But this life seems to not only be a dream,
With a bitter voice whispering in my ear,
Forcing my soul the outer part of me,
Starring into my numb body,
Looking in my eyes for the answer that becomes crucial to this life,
Yet running for the words that seem to never come out,
Waiting for a look of guidance,
Questioning... if there is guidance in this life,
Who am I to look for it,
Who am I to want to maintain the source of power sent from generations,
Who am I to own that power and spread it amongst my children,
Who am I to stand in your way.