Now I have voices waiting to be fed
With words I hope tomorrow will not decay
Deteriorate and make it sound like regrets
A future seemingly held behind closets
Strangled with lost and a sprinkle of chaos
Me
I am a voice today cannot remember
Maybe time has decayed how I feel
And left me on this dilemmatic crossroad
Heavy with my own thoughts
Washing yesterday out of my eyes
On the shores of the sea with people like me
Spilling every emotions in to the waters
Us
I know I am not fully broken
I know hope keeps the heart feeling young
And here I stand in my naked thoughts, thinking
Hoping, waiting for tomorrow to rearrange me.
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