strange ballad
strange ballad
those weary eyes,
a laboured smile;
i’ve let the seconds pass me by.
a brush of the shoulders,
the times we were closer;
leave my senses behind.
if they would give the gift of sight,
just so the blind can see; they would
see hope, rising above all else.
a long and winding road awaits,
never easy; but we would do great i believe,
with good company.
and i’ll pray,
that you would flash a smile and promise,
to take this walk with me.
don’t wake me
don’t wake me
if i must wake up,
let me be numb.
for i find no solace in emotion,
to pain i succumb.
i’ll raise my hands up,
and i will cry.
i’ll scream, i relinquish,
and walk away i’ll try.
tides that i tried to swim against,
waters that went too high.
a valiant fight, none else,
i’ll look to the skies and sigh.
to smell blood is to feel alive,
how to be dead? i hide and i run.
i find no solace in emotion,
to pain i succumb.
this place is a prison
this place is a prison
the heavy iron
shackles break,
and shady imaginary
barriers fade.
as fate turns
sinner into saint,
the innocent guilty
follows a light so faint.
a hope he sees
but doesn’t show,
he believes in the sign
that he may yet know.
this novel written
like a pompous tale,
feels wholly like fiction
‘cept ’tis for real.
