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I've chased after the moon
only to come up empty
I've raised my hands to the stars
only they were out of reach
I've wished upon them time after time
and there was still only a dream
I've slept passed the daylight
and woke up sweating at night

All I ever wanted was to begin aknew
but I was too prideful to ask for help
I couldn't see what was true
there was no escaping myself
The darkness hovered over my head
and I prayed like I always did

"God help me!

There was no burning bush
no lightning bolt
just the darkness lifted a little bit
and I was able to see

The truth is hard to admit
when denial is always there
Falling farther down into the abyss
a deep hole and a deeper pit

Life wasn't looking good
all because of my choices

Then out from the chaos came life
a new meaning and avenue
How it happened I can't explain it
Was it because of accepting the truth
or was it meant to be this way?

Who knows, I sure as hell don't, but I'm very grateful

Into the stormy night I go
Lost for words to and fro
Getting a piece of the pie
Longing for someone to bring
Me to life.

How can I stand upright
When all other motives seem
Oblivious to each side?

I walk the path less traveled
Weary of death around each corner
I see the beauty only for a glimpse
Then it's off trudging again and again

Here I awake to blossom aknew
Trying to find myself in the mirror
I long for happiness to come true
Instead of things that aren't clear

I make no sense out of contemplation
It only resorts to a flame igniting
Buried myself in observation
Hurried along with each striving

Easy does it but find my niche
Ask mother nature how I will exist
The latter will always appear
If my motives are perfectly clear

Day alike at the end
Shading pale a view
Rest to sun in vain
Mornin owe to bloom.

Pray to god in kept
Bless in old anew
8 oclock with a last
Fair spring of used.

At the time the same
Moment notice knew
Made rush the step
Way i did from woods.

As the yester to day
As believed hoped too
When a yet of strange
Same nothin as unussial.

Met suprised my path
Less a least of clue
Gave doubt to instead
Yet did reason aknew.

At life what was sane
Sense a witt of truth
Dealt from above fate
Met in sorrow and moon.

Shape of fright and hell
Dressed in coat a rule
Black of dark a darker
Shape in tall a through.

Ever hard to understand
Standing sure he stood
There what is ten steps
Away a be a skeleton to:

Death what he had said
Had been of introduced
As we were standing there
Having all each of dues.

At mare of morrows met
So set to lost wondering
Rain at storms a thunder
Followed flash of lighnin.

Had come to understand
Was elements language
As all the told what said
Words named called to be.

Scare of souls is made
Power of unknown limits
Bells toll from the towers
Voice cared to echo wind.

Breath holds with finger
Points what bone rattlin
Said the storm a travel
Of son the man off will.

Had unfold in hundred
Then to know to mean
Yet soul still a frighten
Held to look from near.

Kept low a thiner pointed
Why been told by lightnin
Flash caught: be unafraid.
What been of embodied.

Sun cant look straight at
Yet youre still surrounded
asked the only: am i dead
Findin palm a hand of witt.

While in pouring rain a wind
Kept howlin like a wild cat
Divine for noless at company
Havent feel a drop of rain.

What been so made to worry
Yet from fear my heart kept
While sip of ever wrong logic
Begged moaning by bended.

What reason if no meaning
Have lost still what no less
What hope is for to believe
Rest low in a shallow grave.

While stand tall and still
I remorse repent and cry
What end of world minute
Coatplayed where around.

Time has become to be
What long waits to find
Pray or hope you believe
Sharpened blade while.

What last word would fit
And song a darkest night
Of else more but forgive
To walk again with god.

What a play of full a thrill
Yet was held my heart
Given in fortunes fated
Made the well the right.

Sharpened blade was to be
So hard for my suprise
If comes end come peace
What to be or to be not.

Shall had the last of least
I toast a glad of delight
In dust told tale of cheer
I am to member to mind.

By measures of sorrow be
What word there to define
What hurt of we all parted
May come together to love.

What death called my fear
Now understand so life
The great shadow casted
Lighnin framed made up.

What to the last i believed
Thought to death i dyed
I had come to get to live
Death i praise any raintime.

What death i thought to be
Saw the same my eyes
Im no less of sure in dream
Call it a friend next time.

Blessed a grace to be
Hope a chance to find
Hesitate a day a merci
Born awaken and time