one lay hidden behind her choices
she has a mind
she has a soul
she knows of her mind
she knows what she thinks
she knows not of emotions
she fights for what she believes
not for what is safe
she want her desires
safe or not
as time fades her blance fades
her mind take's control
she forgets her place
she lacks apart of herself
she cannot see what she is doing
she sees the future as if it’s the past
her innocents stripped away
Her train of thought has crashed
she lives on for only her footprint to be washed away

Am I loosing my footing
Restrained from keeping blance
But always seemed to see upright

While we watch it all burn, all fall apart
The world succumbs to waste
As we sit in decency, waiting for someone or something to move us out of the slump

Granted, we are the spoiled fruit
Let common sense slip through our darkened hands and follow your leader to the grave

We'll wash away in this
If this is all we can give we will
And you'll hear one less word from me.