On days like this beauty surrounds the sky
dark clouds disappear mass depression fading
the sun peaks through
guiding us with incandescence
the falling of the tears
reminds us of our worst fears
forgetfulness gets you nowhere
today i am strong
the climax to past months mistakes
these regrets fall from reality
as i fall from you i gain inches closer to myself
i have to keep maintained and focused
even when these fucked up incidences
crowd me. fill me. break me. rebuild me.
the structure of these lies
takes away all faith or hope
leading to an ever so desolate demise
no one is true to their own mind and self
no one can erase the pain their dealt
only trust those who can be themselves
if everyone would take the time
to take care of their own lives
instead of wasting the care and love
that this world tenderly lacks of
still we push on fighting for what we need
what makes us exist, breathe, to be
if we are ever to leave this world
no one will have felt accomplished
so many things to do
places to go
and people to meet.
i guess i'm a bad example of what i want to be.
my aspirations are withering
the only elixir of life left
to rebuild my sense of direction
feeding my dying inspirations
is the simple fact, that i will rise.
sun shedding light
on an otherwise dreary tomorrow
When the Moon hangs over the night sky
the luminescent glow owns everything
captivating us with its beauty
the stars are a part of us
when one burns out, the shine still lingers
only to create another more gorgeous Aster
change is effective directly after day to night
anew, the morning begins amidst the hills
open for improvement, or destruction
the rest of the day is spent in routine
we so slumberly fall back into what we love
*the cycles, the repetition*
it slowly defaces the beauty, builds vanity
*over time*
eventually there will be the end of all days
when the sun and the moon conflict
leaving the world in complete darkness
everything seems so distant
when theres no concept of space and time
what cant be seen, may or may not exist
what can be seen, isn't always the same as perceived
when this armageddon sets forth on this world
*everything will end*
*my eyes will fail*
i will breathe my last breath
gasping its hard to accept this is the end
of something so beautifully sustained
the balance to light the days and nights
the sky is opening up
& the worlds are tearing apart...
leaving a lone universe
dark clouds disappear mass depression fading
the sun peaks through
guiding us with incandescence
the falling of the tears
reminds us of our worst fears
forgetfulness gets you nowhere
today i am strong
the climax to past months mistakes
these regrets fall from reality
as i fall from you i gain inches closer to myself
i have to keep maintained and focused
even when these fucked up incidences
crowd me. fill me. break me. rebuild me.
the structure of these lies
takes away all faith or hope
leading to an ever so desolate demise
no one is true to their own mind and self
no one can erase the pain their dealt
only trust those who can be themselves
if everyone would take the time
to take care of their own lives
instead of wasting the care and love
that this world tenderly lacks of
still we push on fighting for what we need
what makes us exist, breathe, to be
if we are ever to leave this world
no one will have felt accomplished
so many things to do
places to go
and people to meet.
i guess i'm a bad example of what i want to be.
my aspirations are withering
the only elixir of life left
to rebuild my sense of direction
feeding my dying inspirations
is the simple fact, that i will rise.
sun shedding light
on an otherwise dreary tomorrow
When the Moon hangs over the night sky
the luminescent glow owns everything
captivating us with its beauty
the stars are a part of us
when one burns out, the shine still lingers
only to create another more gorgeous Aster
change is effective directly after day to night
anew, the morning begins amidst the hills
open for improvement, or destruction
the rest of the day is spent in routine
we so slumberly fall back into what we love
*the cycles, the repetition*
it slowly defaces the beauty, builds vanity
*over time*
eventually there will be the end of all days
when the sun and the moon conflict
leaving the world in complete darkness
everything seems so distant
when theres no concept of space and time
what cant be seen, may or may not exist
what can be seen, isn't always the same as perceived
when this armageddon sets forth on this world
*everything will end*
*my eyes will fail*
i will breathe my last breath
gasping its hard to accept this is the end
of something so beautifully sustained
the balance to light the days and nights
the sky is opening up
& the worlds are tearing apart...
leaving a lone universe
is this the end?¿
or the beginning of something new
Copyright* CS 2005
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