The mare of sorrow,
she drinks from the well...
Love, even when it lies still,
Leaves its fingerprint upon the soul...
I’m done being nice about it.
You don’t listen, you just talk...
Life's lesson are they good or bad
Are they happy or sad...
In the breath between offense and reply,
Where silence trembles but does not die...
We danced around, way back when,
I would leave, but always came back again...
There is a door that's open
but we have to break in, just the same...
Behind the vastness of my scars,
scarcely lives a man...
When you're holding on
Without a grip on life, it...
Looking out of the window of my mind,
I see what is done...
Life’s a series of crossroads!
Foot of the mountain stuff until my end...
Looking were the shadows fall,
Seeing the proof that I exist...