"I would rather die living, than live dying"

Monday, August 10, 2009

another W.I.P

I walk past her unveiled
while she waits for someone
In my silence there she goes
She takes me over when I'm strong

I imagine her in candle light
A shrine for her as she waits
she breaks a bottle herself
she could take me so I stay

I've gone as far is I can go
she doesn't know what I know
I keep this dream before I die
keeping my soul close to mine

To give up giving in this life
its too much to waste this time
though its much farther to believe
Its harder to be one these days

If she would let me in to see
She could see the morning light
she could find before its late
I could be every little thing

She lifts me up and holds me down
I see her come say its alright
If I had a stranger feeling
would I be everything she sees

Soon later will be running over
when you find out all you are
It can be too late to seize
everything a thing could be

Its hard to find a piece of mind
When your running away from a sign
space where a wall used to be
its history from her memory

I tell her dont sell out
your close to what you will be
It hell out there no one is free
just lay down right here beside me

Someone tell her I'll be waiting
every day in the same usual place
maybe I'll be broken tired or weary
Waiting to rest until she's near me

I know I must walk this line
Until I find the open doors
farther away still out of touch
out on the street and off the floor