Where shall I go
What should I do
When the world falls apart
And I’m left standing all alone
Will I fall with the rest
Or will I rise above the world
When there is nothing left to see
And I am blind
Who will be left
What have they become
When there is no one to influence their souls
And I am nowhere to be found
Can it be
The voices of the past have died away
Leaving silence in its place
For him who remains to hear
Way, way back in my mind
I get lost with those who I have been
Looking into each soul for reason
Cause for their existence
I am a product of who we are
Molded by beliefs not mine
Cursed with conscience
Tortured by time
I look at the night sky
At the spaces between the stars
Looking for that door
The one to the other side of the universe
3 comments:
Walker?
When you find that door?
Take me with you...
a product of another... yeah, to a degree, then you have to stand for yourself. some time.
I live Tortured by Time!
Be safe...
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