To America
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly