Silent whispers that burst your eardrums
Blurry images that burn your eyes
Falsehoods told with such sincerity
Planned events become a big surprise
Colors fade into a dark oblivion
Words that scramble from a native tongue
You reach the end of your tainted journey
To find your back where it all begun
Storm clouds gather but the suns still shinning
Rainbows form over drought stained sands
Explaining circumstances that have engulfed you
But only children seem to understand
Let me go for these chains won't hold me
Turn me lose from this unlocked cell
Hear the calls that silently haunt me
Is this my heaven or my living hell.