strangely,
the feelings of emptiness
are quite heavy.

Every now and then
I get to dreaming.
I've found victory in defeat
seen a loser win.
Saw joy in the midst of sorrow
and seen sadness in the midst of sin.
I seen monsters with hearts of gold
and grown folk with feet of tin.
I reckon everything that breathes is dyin'
whether it got scale, feather, bark or skin.
And we talk a lot about where we're goin'
while tryin' to forget where we been.
Maybe that's the big secret to happiness
among temporary and mortal men.
I've gone on a while now about this an' that
and things beyond my own mortal kin.
I guess I just get to dreaming
but only every now and then.

with all the sanity
you've cost me
can't be surprised
that you've lost me

You can't always be a light.
Sometimes you need to be a mirror,
And reflect someone else's glow

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't