Hazy eyes,  a dark night sky, perhaps beautiful in the right light
With old churches come broken walls and broken grave stones that can't put up a fight.
Eyes don't always stay open, that's why we close them when we cry.
If i open my eyes and look up to religion all i seem to find  is the words you tell yourself when it's your time to die
However, isn't believing in god a chance to repent
That sacrifices must be made if your life is for sale but all you can afford is to rent.
I guess that's where i'll miss you even though we never met.
The lines read between words and the meaning between sighs.
From open space to where we land, trace your hands
we erase the lies that i'm hard to love and not worth the time
The ground beneath me is still, the envious green in the trees makes the leaves rustle.
I kneel, steel rust the smell of blood, why is it the pain that makes me feel?
The wind whistles, its the brisk and the cold, is it the dawn or the storm that might unfold?
I guess we'll never know.
If we don't live to see the day
They say life is a lesson.
With bad grades who'd think i'd do the math?