The soul is restless
The heart is beatless
The eyes are worried
Of what will happen
When I tell you
More then I ever would
In the right mind state
Of request
The dark days are over
But really have just began
Of what wonders
But shall never end
The shaking times
Or despite
Of when you need what you do
And do what you need
The ach of what you see
Never too be un seen
The pain of the shot
That never shoots all the way
Never enough to tell all the tails
Of the past living days
Of the night mares
That never seem to far
In the way of the dream that I see
With me and you
Never too be seen
What if I don’t
Never return
To these sights of broken times
That’s never seemed real
Never in the mind
—ally schatz