A wish upon the clock
Is the martyr of hope
Change is an action
Most end with no
If only I could hold on
One more day, in the life
Of those who can’t die
Another day awake
The whispers on my chest
Are now the voices in my head
Lipstick stains on the mirror
Mock a hearts vanity
To return to a shape
Never known to the mind
Will the blind find light
Before wrong becomes right
And I can find my home
Among the dead and broken
My heart will become whole
Among the anger and spite
My decisions become simple
Seal your fate and grab my hand
If only it wasn't my hand
I could pull myself out
And forget the rain
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
A wish upon the clock
Is the martyr of hope
Change is an action
Most end with no
If only I could hold on
One more day, in the life
Of those who can’t die
Another day awake
The whispers on my chest
Are now the voices in my head
Lipstick stains on the mirror
Mock a hearts vanity
To return to a shape
Never known to the mind
Will the blind find light
Before wrong becomes right
And I can find my home
Among the dead and broken
My heart will become whole
Among the anger and spite
My decisions become simple
Seal your fate and grab my hand
If only it wasn't my hand
I could pull myself out
And forget the rain