The Starry Skies

  In the winds Whispers are heard Names are mentioned A lost little semblance Of what one was A person Forgotten to the years Except by hearts Their memories unbridled By all the dark That plagues the minds Thanks to the turning tides The burning eyes That burn through the times Muddling, changing Confusing the truth People are often lost to themselves A strange little hue Of a colour that they once wore Worn out Broken Shattered into pieces Cannot be repaired Adopting a new face Again and again Through trials and tribulations Through the fire that burns nations With red blistering wings Flaming on in the winds We all are reborn In our own minds Affected and afflicted By the changes we endure Through time But the heart remembers The words that were spoken Some nights we feel a longing For a spirit that's now broken The heart does remember The innocent little gaze Towards a beautiful future Now sadly replaced By the conflicting nature Maturity is a curse And a gift wrapped together ...

  I need to move on I need to learn My very existence spurned That which I've never earned I am dawdling Strumming my fingers across my throat Feeling the voice escape Speech has become so damn hard Always afraid Saying the wrong thing or, making a mistake Offending or hurting those For which I care And oh, my dearest me I am still stuck here But they, well They're moving on I am in the rearview Getting smaller and smaller by the day And oh they don't know That I am stuck here and I cannot Move on My whole body shivers My eyes water up But my upper lip stiffens They'll never know what's up It's a conscious choice, really To never speak or say a word I am the exhibit A Of sabotaging my own world Yet, it'd sure be nice If at least one of them didn't pass by It'd sure be nice if I am no longer the ferryman Taking those which I care for From drowning Back to the other side Occasionally I'd visit on my boat But often they're not on the shore And I...

  Brother, brother Please stand down Brother I beg of you Don't bother your worries You still hold that crown The others still cheer for you My friend, my buddy The home for my soul Please stand down I beg of you We may have been at odds recently Inspiration hasn't struck me, I know You've needed me to empty our weights But you and I are one and the same Your weights are mine despite the fact That it may not feel that way sometimes You're standing on the edge, ready to jump off How far will you fall, after we've climbed? For what was the struggle, then For what was it all For what were you fighting for Your life and mine are tied together till the end And I'll do my best to save us all My words have calmed us once and again So let me try this time yet I'm yet to disappoint, or have I done so? Please tell me that which I forget We're stricken and broken, and sometimes we feel it Our fingers touch the sharp cracks But I'm your soul and as broken as we ...