here i will come in the night
to show you that i was right
take my hand ill lead you there
to the place i built with care

im calling you dont you hear me?
im wanting to let you be free
im calling you don't you feel me?
im looking at you can't you see?

there i go i must move away
i love you but i cannot stay
too many things i wanted to do
and none of them is to feel blue

im calling you don't you hear me?
im wanting to let you be free
im calling you don't you feel me?
im looking at you can't you see?

where were you when i tried
and all the times that i cried
you think maybe it wasnt true
when i said that i loved you

there i go walking in my path
we knew that it wouldn't last
maybe i will see you around
i hope our love can be found

im calling you don't you hear me?
im wanting to let you be free
im calling you dont you feel me?
im looking at you can't you see?

Treasures within are hiding beneath
the shadow of the rules of the elite
No one should doubt why they were born
even if the reason has yet to unfold

Should fear control the lives of all
or doubt should hinder and fall
when a childs eyes cannot lie
to the truth unfolds the virtue of life

Give a moment to respect ones-self
for all the beauty that is without doubt
that one who lives has the reason
to live free of ones own treason

The will to live is above the pain
that fear and denial tries to  enchain
The reason to be outlives the shame
of not being the one who controls the reins

Smile upon the distance since traveled
because the journey only begins to unravel
nothing can stop the passion to live
because from it grows the power within

The cold winter en clenches the land with its frigid grasp
leaving its reminder of how even in cruelty comes compassion
as the animals scourge for what little sustenance can be found
and for the weaker ones and older ones this will be their last

The days and nights seem to run together as if hope will start to  dim
and despair becomes the only breathe as a drop of sun teases warmth
but the creatures of the wild group together to survive the torment
and in their suffering find a common reason united to not give in

Then when it seems there is no way out of the endless wretched freeze
and all are doomed to never again enjoy the happiness of the moment
a sudden change comes upon the land as loves will shows its strength
and from the gloomy cold landscape emerges a new beginning to see

The spring comes with such great force, that winter rescinds in haste
and new life is created as babies are born, and breathe their first breathes
a joy enters the hearts of all, to once again have the opportunity to live
taking a lesson from the difficult moments to not let the good ones waste

spring is the rebirth of the spirit to live and once again learn to love
but if not for winter, there would be no chance to know the value
of what is lost and then regained, to have the chance to grow and change
the power to come back to life after death and fearlessly face all that comes

should I hide so you don't have to remember
the person who was the one who loved you
after all the days of living a fantasy
for better or worse the truth always comes

Was it so hard to just reach out and try
to be a person who is equal to all
with nothing gained and nothing lost
what was wrong with just being humble

Joy is not such a treasured path to search
if your joy causes so many others to suffer
maybe its best that you had shared the moment
and live and let live what you brought to bear

its not so much that one doesn't have options
or the free will to do what they desire
its who has to pay for all your actions
that you realize nothing in life comes free

for better or worse the game still is played
taking victims and victims to appease its rage
but without the ones that carry your burden
there never would had been a reason to deceive

Let me be your shadow for the eternity that lives
and remind you of every moment that was lost
to simply pay attention to what really matters
instead of pretending to be what you are not

Value is value for what we hold onto and yearn
not for what one takes for their own self desire
the pleasure to live and to share that passion
is what really defines us all as more than nothing

Silence is the fleeting promise that we never heard
while waiting for our deliverance from all that's good
between waiting for permission to take a chance
and hiding from what we really wanted to last

Ignorance is bliss but knowledge is deceptive
because first one lives and then remembers to live
all the while we return to our same perception
after so many years of battling the deception

They say the jokes on the one that didn't laugh
or as the one that laughs first laughs last
but whose laughing when they see their reflection
of the same person that they denied revelation

The joker grins because he sees the difference
between ones passion in contrast to ones presence
as if the world was really a riddle of opposites
between what one feels and what one experiences

Maybe the shadow knows better than the bearer
because he that follows cannot blame the leader
or if somehow the leader now became the shadow
would the follower now become the lost traveler?

The Fleeting sounds of scurrying footsteps
that scatter away in dust covered shame
of stolen moments from a childs innocence
but when questioned the reason they refrain

When a child begins he knows not what is bad
only the world that he lives before his eyes
when his world breaks making his smile sad
he finds deception that torments his pride

The riddle of life begins and ends the same
of ones who were children remaking the game
only to hide from what has brought them shame
to live in the truth of their chosen domain

Can a child change the future that binds him
or left to change into the opposite of innocence
hiding from everything that he once believed in
justifying the reason that creates his indifference

Or can innocence learn to forgive its deception
of all the pain that caused it to fall and hinder
from the proud being who lived only for revelation
to the lonely coward who hides from his reflection

shattered memories scattered thoughts
shattered times if forgotten nots
who is the wiser to had been the fool
living by the ways of anothers rules

should a rebel never heed the cause
of being the devil collecting his lost
of the soul that shivered from his lust
of living the passion from dawn to dusk

dont cry foul when the tears run dry
from the treason of those that cried
shadows of night twisted into shame
of the losers of their own morbid game

give to one and give to all the will
to take and not give what they felt
of all the towers that crumble and fall
let the one who runs faster, save the wall

shadows within and shadows that show
all thats hidden beneath the clothes
of societies concept of who is a man
and really in the end who rules the land

give me give me a path of thorns
that will rip and tear my civil clothes
show me the path to come to know
the heart of life that always glows

beat me judge me throw me to the abyss
for the crime to know the meaning of bliss

forgive me to be but forgive me to deny
what makes me a man also makes me blind
let me also  suffer for all that I learn
but let me live that also I can return

to my innocence that was all forgotten
like the beginning of the same end
of the passion to love and learn its begin
the life of a person is not without reason

let me suffer for all thats lost
and in my time learn to not forget
all the life of whats before the eyes
all the life and passion to never regret

let live and forgive for what is not
that we all have the value to be
so that no-one is ever or will be lost
in the shadows of what they cannot see

Who was there in the final hour
to excuse the deeds of the seeker
who sought his fortune in the tower
only to find it taken by its keeper

the hidden disguise of the innocent
cluttered behind the demise of fools
who sought after thoughts not relevant
but deemed proper by the rulers rules

Now its all a replay of the conscience
even existance now has its own price
to not confuse with its own innocence
on which this society truly cannot thrive

Put value in nothing and create beliefs
in a false system that quivers beneath
forcing the kind to face to themselves
in learning to live to live with without

what really motivates the heart to beat
what really fuels the passion to live
what really one holds beneath their feet
the true power of what love truly can give

let it be that the riddle is backwards
or the readers of the same lost the meaning
of what really was supposed to come after
that comes first the end before the beginning