Maybe someone will notice me.
In the way I want.
Someday someone will notice me,
More than naught.
Maybe I won't feel lonely,
Inside my shell,
Someday I won't feel lonely,
Inside my hell.
Maybe I will die,
By my own hand,
Someday I will die,
Don't you understand?
Maybe it will get better,
Than it is today,
Someday it will get better
Or so they say.
Maybe I won't get bad,
Like I was before,
Someday I won't get,
A face in the door.
Maybe someday starts today.
Where I will feel well
Someday...maybe
I'll escape Hell.

Sorrows in the Night,
set me free.
Sorrows in the Night,
rescue me.
My escape,
eternal embrace,
weeping on the floor
I see your face.
You tear me apart,
with no light,
nothing to hold on to,
except my Sorrows in the Night.

What the hell am I supposed to do?
With you used to be easy,
Meant for two.
Now it gets harder,
As the days drift by
We used to be so close together,
Why did you say goodbye?
She paints a pretty picture
But no one's there to see
She paints her tears on paper
And then she looks at me
I can't help her pain
I don't even try.
I just sit here crying,
As she dies inside.
I'm singing, "Oh, oh, oh"
I can feel her pain
To sacred to even stay
I tried to warn them all
But no one listened to me
They all ignored
While I had the key.
She paints a pretty picture
But no one's there to see
She paints her tears on paper
And then she looks at me
I can't help her pain
I don't even try.
I just sit here crying,
As she dies inside.
I'm singing, "Oh, oh, oh"
I can feel her pa-ain-ain
To scared to even stay
Too sacred to-
Save her life
Stop her tears,
They fell like waterfalls
That no one can hear.
Until they stopped-
She painted a pretty picture
But no one was there to see
She painted her tears on paper
And then she looked at me
I couldn't help her pain
I didn't even try.
I just sit here crying,
While she has gone to die.
Now that she is gone,
I hear her in the wind.
Endless cries of laughter,
Endless days of summer
Endless...days of...
Nothing to live for
Nothing to gain.
Now that she has gone away.
Nothing stays the same.
I paint a pretty picture.
No one's there to see,
I paint my grief on paper,
She cries down to me,
Tells me "Stop!"
As the paper turns red.
I see a figure
All dressed in white,
I see a figure,
Dancing through the night.
They paint a picture
of her and me
They turn around
And it's her I see and she's forgiven me.
Clouds of white
Blue skies below
I am with her.
Forever home.

Weave a web,
A web of lies.
Hide it all.
All the ties.
Magic at your fingertips,
demonic tidings,
A beauty in the fear.
Burned and Tied
at the Stake,
Ancestors fate.
Hide it,
Hide it deep
Deep inside you
Put to sleep.
Time will come
For you to show
Your eyes will find home,
your heart will soar
Free from your chains,
free from restrain.
Show the beauty,
Show the grace,
But never,
Hide your face.

I stare.
A picture.
Taken long along before me.
In your youth.
So young.
Happy.
How Grandpa?
You are old.
You have no more hair.
Wrinkles in the skin.
I understand.
You are kind.
Those blue eyes, so gentle.
So patient and loving.
I look at you now,
A torn knee,
Grown kids and teenage grandchildren.
And I wonder,
how much I'll miss them,
Those blue eyes.
Like robins eggs, now dotted white
They used to be so clear and blue.
I see why she fell for you.
So handsome,
My grandpa.
I am not ready,
For when you leave this world.
I want you to meet them,
my future children.
Share with them the joy and love,
You gave me.
Bye Baby Blue,
Your time was up.
I was never prepared.
But yet,
I was.
I look at eyelids.
you laying on mahogany wood.
I hear pastor say a prayer,
about the homestead.
And I see a blue robin.
I think about it's eggs in the nest.
I hear chirps.
The sun shines.
It's you.
And you love me.
Goodbye Baby Blues.
I love you.

Everyone started good;
Demons fell from the sky,
snow white angels,
robes drenched in God's tears.
Everyone gets a fair trial,
Everyone is judged,
You are not perfect.
You do not have a reserved seat,
next to his so righteousness.
Who is to say the outcome of our afterlife,
is depended on how much we read from a book,
written long ago before us;
or praise someone we cannot see.
I am not atheist,
such a terrible word,
like acid in your mouth.
No matter how you perceive this,
I am simply lost,
and looking for answers,
from a faceless man
in a world above.