I'll make a million mistakes
in my life time
but I won't let them hold me back.
I'll learn from them.
But the question is,
will you?

It's dark out by me,
but I don't really care
because to me
the sun is still shining
and the birds are now singing.
The moon is rising,
and the stars will come out
because it is dark,
But it doesn't have to be dark.
I see the light,
I see the stars,
I see the moon,
and to me they are bright,
they light up my night.
They show me the way
to healing,
and learning how to live again.
Nature is beautiful,
its a natural medicine.
Eventhough,
by me,
its so dark,
and so cold,
mother nature,
is lending me her strength,
to let me follow her path,
through the dark.
And I know I will heal
because I can not be knocked down,
and broken,
for long.

A twisted image,
fills your mind,
as you finally lay down,
for a much needed rest.
But will you sleep?

Your thoughts swirl,
into a mix of words,
that make no sense,
in your head.
But do you even see?

Your eyes close,
and they open in a new world,
that's filled with light,
and everything beautiful.
But is it all true?

The light changes,
to a cold dark,
that churns your insides,
with sharp fear.
How do you feel now?

The beauty you saw,
mislead your senses,
and made you believe,
that you had the right intentions.
Do you like being deceived?

A person appears before you,
their voice was gentle,
yet their eyes were angry,
you were wrong.
Did you think you never were?

You wake up,
with the fear still lodged deep,
into your gut,
and you notice the person,
outside your window,
and you're wondering,
as you lock eyes.
Was this really all a dream?

Do you see the little lights flashing,
along the lonely highway?
That will lead to the dead end streets,
of the failing misery.
Do you see the dark buildings,
and all the abandoned rooms?
Do you know the truth behind the scenes,
of the cluster of buildings?
Oh those poor children,
their days are numbered,
and I don't know what will happen,
to them.

Watch the world spin,
slowly turning,
me around.
I'm stuck in motion,
so much choking,
that i've found.
My eyes can't see,
what's in front of me,
and im scared,
of what it could be.
All there is,
are,
chaotic eyes,
messed up minds,
disgruntled faces,
but moving grace.
The pain is real,
the thought is clear,
fear races through my
soul.
Rabid mouths,
twisted words,
raking gaze,
control has changed.
It plants a seed,
for fear to grow,
not into a flower,
but a ****.
The **** needs to be,
plucked out of the ground,
quickly.
If time could move slow,
then I would dodge,
all the hate.
But I can't freeze time,
I can't reverse it,
i'm stuck in a moving,
time zone,
where I always find,
my worst enemies,
who always have,
chaotic minds,
gripping hands,
frozen faces,
empty stares.
The Pain is real,
it's all they feel,
and it burns
into their souls.
But,
what I see now,
there is good.
And they have,
Pretty eyes,
beautiful minds,
a stable face,
and awkward grace.
There's no pain here,
and that's what I feel,
and it fills my soul,
with hope.
Joyous mouths,
encouraging words,
a soft gaze,
control has changed,
again.