A twig has broken,
Empty meadows.
Silver pools and morning glories,
attached to little strings.
Puppets just like you and me.
The day I dance, the day you sing.
Really doesnt mean
that much to me.
Looming in the absence,
Basking in the essence.
An ever always presence,
Steals me from my senses.
Anomalies lay themselves before me,
a part of me is still conforming.
The will that bends me is not my own,
never seeing the best Ive shown.
Some days smiling is unforgiving,
ever live the way theyre living.
Sandstorms are built by grains of dust
men move mountains without a trace of love.
It rains to wash away our sins.
God knows misery through the eyes of men.
Somethings missing, It keeps me alone.
This earth has gravity that holds me down.
Never free, serving is a destiny.
The rest of me, respectfully falls apart.
Never spoken, dreams half broken
Within this house of cards.
Any way the wind blows.
Most of what you know has gone.
To weather the storm we await the calm.
My hearts not in your hand
Yet held in your palm.
All wrapped up in mortality
Still hoping a butterfly will let me bee.
As the caves collapse.
As the days elapse.
I realize my humanity bewilders none.
Fruitless efforts have sometimes won.
Ever wonder how the end begun? Or why
She only loved the seasons and the setting sun
