Everything which we have ever created
gained meaning by us...
As I watch my life through my eyes,
I have no choice but to sit idly by...
Waiting,
the seconds chase away the minutes...
You stabbed me deeply
and then you became angry...
People are like soup.
We come in infinite varieties and flavors...
Anger doesn't always approach with
petty words that eventually...
Cut, scrape away a part of his heart and lung... I
assure you, after the opp; he will still breathe...
The children that nobody wanted
slept rough on the solid cobbles...
I was a young man
and I spoke in symbols...
Time is ticking by,
yet we still take for granted...
Promises,
oh promises...
We're alive
and can see...