my mind sleeps thru the hazy mornings
returns alert, as night falls,to be kind
thru eyes wide with feeling

gifted nights,branded knees
only to forget that wich doesn't exist
torn smiles
peering thru stainglass windows
i'm following thru the arch enemy of yesterday
climbing against the wind, wishing to fly
as i'm falling, gracefully, leaving you alone
spread in crumbs across my world of hate

it's our souls we rebel against
the stars of yesterday are forever lost on the youth of tomorrow
to better encase, my point is to read beneath and between the lines
the images that encase your soul in it's diastars
you are hiding the truth talents for the long revenace of tomorrow

your once peaceful and alert mind
gone out the window. thru harms way
into the streets of the savior, unto the land of the forgotten
away from the hands(meant to guide rather contempt and confuse you)
into the waters of the all forecoming sorrow
straight into the hands of heat,hate,cold,love
i'm not sure, you truly understand what is said

although we change, our souls remain the same
never deterred from the form of our talents and achieve
believing we can change something that wasn't meant to be
drowning in the waters of taking lives
although i'm praying, pending arts, living along
dreadful circumstances, fearing what is to come