- Nov 11, 2003
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One day I walked under a sky full of light,
I could remember everything was of bright,
My wings spread and I knew how to fly,
Only heard was the sound of my happy sigh
I only seemed to catch those skies in a passing fleet,
once again I saw my old defeat,
I barely grip the sword in my hand,
and cant recognize how to stand,
Ive sunk back in the redundant muddy sea,
All that is clear, has lost its clarity,
When I walk in the garden of my fears,
the flowers under my feet crumble under my tears.
There was a time when I thought my frowns were smoothing out,
and felt like my worries broke away and out,
but then I saw it, they came in uglier wrinkles,
and Im weaker as my leg buckles,
Do I ever wonder, do I ever have dreamed,
Am I handling more them seemed?
I succumb to what I know best,
when all I really want is rest,
I clearly remember the day,
everything seemed perfect in all that I say,
I had no burden to chase,
just a beautiful lazy pace,
But that again, the harsh of reality,
im done once, drowned in the sea,
wings caved in, a crashing sound,
bloody feathers scattered upon the ground,
all was white, fades to grey,
no more joyous song to say,
my strength I had,
only now weak, cold and sad,
I felt what was a silver vessel life
knew only what was of a heart without a knife,
transported back into a weak rocking crane,
hiding among the broken branches under the rain.
What was soft and warm, turned back to stone,
come closer, can you hear the old familiar groan?
The bubble has broke,
old memory hidden under a shadowy cloak
The addiction back and what of she knew,
her health has parted and returns the sickening flu,
what was a blood rid war,
is what it was then, before.
I could remember everything was of bright,
My wings spread and I knew how to fly,
Only heard was the sound of my happy sigh
I only seemed to catch those skies in a passing fleet,
once again I saw my old defeat,
I barely grip the sword in my hand,
and cant recognize how to stand,
Ive sunk back in the redundant muddy sea,
All that is clear, has lost its clarity,
When I walk in the garden of my fears,
the flowers under my feet crumble under my tears.
There was a time when I thought my frowns were smoothing out,
and felt like my worries broke away and out,
but then I saw it, they came in uglier wrinkles,
and Im weaker as my leg buckles,
Do I ever wonder, do I ever have dreamed,
Am I handling more them seemed?
I succumb to what I know best,
when all I really want is rest,
I clearly remember the day,
everything seemed perfect in all that I say,
I had no burden to chase,
just a beautiful lazy pace,
But that again, the harsh of reality,
im done once, drowned in the sea,
wings caved in, a crashing sound,
bloody feathers scattered upon the ground,
all was white, fades to grey,
no more joyous song to say,
my strength I had,
only now weak, cold and sad,
I felt what was a silver vessel life
knew only what was of a heart without a knife,
transported back into a weak rocking crane,
hiding among the broken branches under the rain.
What was soft and warm, turned back to stone,
come closer, can you hear the old familiar groan?
The bubble has broke,
old memory hidden under a shadowy cloak
The addiction back and what of she knew,
her health has parted and returns the sickening flu,
what was a blood rid war,
is what it was then, before.
