there are people always dying but the sadness came from the prying
of the media and government as they uncover what went on
of plans mad and nonconformist
from some old romantic movie or a psycho on a walk
or do I only want some difference?
Could I cause a revolution with the sound of my soul screaming?
with all my bad decisions
do I deserve a right to protest
as my sleep these demons stealing
waking me all through the night to crush hope with hollow feeling
like we thought so long ago?
or did our question merely dance around until we really weren't sure?
in the pit of my soul lying
when I finally finish crying
I am hoping I will know.
and wend our merry way,
If ever shore looms to our bow
we'll heave and cast away.
the road through every choice you make can lead to foreign lands.