Whilst waking from sleep,
I had a thought,
Why do we live,
For what we've sought,

Is it 'cause we wish,
For what we lack,
The power to love,
And then strike back?

Is it 'cause we dream,
And find our way,
But wake up and,
We've lost the day?

Or maybe since we,
Know of the loss,
The dying breath,
Of loved ones lost?

Love is fleeting,
Death is forever,
Life is a dying flower,
That blooms and wilts together,

Hate is a burning passion,
That faults a dying breath,
But love is a flying heart,
That stays until your death,

Fear is an obstacle,
That stops your every move,
But love is a shining mirror,
That whispers to the past.

They're closing in,
The walls all around,
And in my heart,
Only anger abounds,

My wonder,
The whirling breeze,
It blows me off,
My feet and heaves.

Exciting,
What a horrid way,
To wake from bed,
And dread the day.

A whisper calls,
It beckons me,
From the bushes, earth,
The trees,

It calls to me,
"Erase the old,
Make what's new,
Desire, be bold",

It tells me to,
Embrace my fears,
Carry my heart,
Shed all my tears,

It tells me to,
Be faithful, unwind,
It sees my life,
A broken bind.

It fills my mind,
The aroma of your hair,
It's hard to focus,
Almost too much to bear,

Your figure shows,
It sets my senses on fire,
And leaves me a wreck,
Your looks and your attire,

You give me chills,
How you break my defences,
You're irresistible,
My heart never ceases.

The melancholy horrors,
The break of dawn,
When words fail,
It's what we long,

A breath of fresh air,
It's what we need,
It carries to places,
We're forced to heed,

We fight and we struggle,
The difference is naught,
But when we look forward,
We are but distraught.

A man walks out,
But I walk in,
The path of a stranger,
My only kin,

The man was I,
But not anymore,
I'm not that person,
I'm not anymore,

The man goes to cries,
I join him there,
We come back together,
We realize we care.