You know, luv, I've always been one to stray
far from a closeness to the land I walk upon.
The grass made me itch and the sidewalks..
they were too dirty for my beat up shoes.
If you can live long enough to see
then we will find a way to some savior
But I've been cursed with this gift of hearing
everything that needs not be said
Because your eyes told me your waiting
To wake up to a life not able
Where dreams are the howling of wolves at midnight
and breathing is almost as simple as smiling
The world is waiting behind a silver dish
And were too afraid to lift it
No more the smell of morning dew a sweet scent
but a vain attempt at feeling anything but ourselves
Cause this courage we seek has run off to the hills
and hidden itself deep below our feet
For suddenly our years is just a number
that counts the time till the blood in our bodies run dry
And the blue of our eyes
turns a dull white glare upon itself
To grasp the grounds of hell
and whisper
"Welcome Home"
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