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Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow
Screaming into a pillow
Covering your ears
Refusing to hear
You look for help everywhere
But you never take it
Smiling all the time
But always faking it

But maybe tomorrow will be ok
Maybe tomorrow will be your day
Maybe tomorrow you won't have to pray
For it all to go away

It's raining outside of her window
It's cloudy through the tears on her window

Running from your nightmares at every single bend
The cuts on your wrists praying for your end
When you were around you always covered your ears
But now that you can, we want you to hear

That maybe tomorrow will be ok
Maybe tomorrow will be your day
Maybe tomorrow you won't have to pray
For it all to go away

It's raining outside of her window
It's cloudy through the tears on her window

Weeping Willow
Curled into a bathroom stall
Weeping Willow
Didn't let me save you at all
Weeping Willow
Bleeding on your bedroom floor
Weeping Willow
I can't save you anymore

Maybe tomorrow will be your day
Maybe tomorrow you won't have to pray
Maybe tomorrow will be ok
But not for me

It's sunny and she's not here to see
Bright now in her bedroom but so empty

This the Sea of Names

Born into the tiny boat
Rickety and weak;
Cracks along the hull of wood
For water in to seep.
The tiny thing on un-tranquil seas
And the sky a deep dark blue,
Darker than the black water
'Pon which the boat unstead'ly flew.
For a long time it was nothing but quiet:
The only voice was mine.
But after thirteen years of being alone
That's when the faces I did find....
Screaming contorted women and children,
Bellowing men alike.
People shrieking for some sort of mercy
At those of us on boats that night.
I looked around and saw so many ships,
Some bigger and larger than mine.
And not a single one cared enough
To turn back to help the line.
The sea of bodies slowly sunk
Drowned to nothing but faces.
Souls would suddenly slip away
Going to far off places.
And there I stood on my boat,
Unsure of what to do;
Because the rest of us on boats
The sea of faces went right through.
The children were the first to die;
Lose their consciousness.
And as each body lost its life
It weighted down my conscience.
And still I let the boat go along,
Through now the sea of hands.
Because the bodies had sunk lower
Still reaching for some man.
Some man who was not there...
Some man who might be me...
But I was much too afraid...
To stop this tragedy.
Eventually the voices died
As I came close to the end.
Still in the distance the screams could be heard;
Hollers for some friend.
Some friend who was not there...
Some friend who might be me...
But I was much too afraid...
To stop this tragedy.
As I reached the edge
Of what was now the sea of names,
Because all those souls were lost
And not a body part remained;
The urge finally took over,
And I needed those souls to save,
But now I saw there was nothing left
In this the sea of names.
And now I was in tranquil seas
A blue deeper than any blue.
Quiet on the horizon
But screams could still be heard too.
And now the urge took its final step
Because the other boats were so far away;
I needed to turn back now
Return to save those days.
But the boat would never shift.
Not even God would change its path.
And now my chance was lost
And the opportunity had past.
Why oh why did I not jump?
Jump out to help them all?
For fear of my own safety...
To not get taken by the brawl.
My greed and selfishness
Kept me aboard my ride,
When I should have helped those poor souls
Onto the other side.
But no, I did not,
And now paradise is my gift?
But I know with every fiber
That I do not deserve this.
So I tried and tried with all my might
To change the stubborn boat's track.
I tried and tried with all my might
To make my fortune go back.
To no avail I saw,
So there was nothing more for me to do;
So I dropped the oars and took off my shirt
And lept into the ocean blue.
And suddenly the bodies...
They were writhing everywhere.
Creatures all around me
Screaming in despair.
And water seeped deep,
Deep inside my lungs.
And I tried my best
To reach up and up and up.
Boats were coming along
And so with all my heart I prayed;
Hoping that my suffocating body
Would possibly be saved.
But the boats did not look at us twice
No in fact they went right through,
Past all the screaming children
And towards the ocean blue.
So eventually I sunk
And there was nothing but my hand;
Reaching out for someone
Calling for some man.
But help would never come
And it would all end just the same.
Because this is where I would die
(Fittingly)
In this the sea of names.