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Open Wounds
02:49
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And so its been said that time heals all heartache.
7 years gone and it still hasn’t mended a thing.
My first born son still an empty shell,
head in my hands seeking escape from this living hell.
Every day is like a funeral without closure’s clear embrace.
And the story of life feels like a tale of lies
when staring back from every page is the reaper’s fucking face.
Its been said that if you ask you shall receive. (Sometimes it’s hard to believe.)
So hey God, are you sitting on your hands?
How much more of his childhood lost, each day, an incalculable cost.
Is there a lesson I’ve yet to learn or will these open wounds continue to burn?
I need answers, still no answers.
No progress. No healing.
I need answers, still no answers.
No connection, just stagnancy.
I need you to hear me.
Still no answers, still no answers.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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No Compass
04:19
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Abandoned. Left behind in a maze.
A labyrinth with no way out.
Here we are, no road map.
Clamoring for a compass (no compass)
while I plea for someone, for something,
to bear witness to our plight.
With eyes affixed on the sun tho shining ever brightly,
sharing no insight winds whisper secrets in concealed tongues.
Longing for order, or even the illusion of order
to make sense of this torment.
Canvassing time and space.
Memories of expectations set, expectations never met.
Life lived through the lens of normalcy.
But nothing is as was imagined,
and the rabbit hole, the rabbit hole grows ever abysmal.
Grasping at straws, half-answered prayers,
foot prints we find lead nowhere.
Desperate for a sense of home.
Desperate for a sense of wholeness,
anything to take away, the loneliness.
Somehow I suspect the answer sought lies within.
And within is where we will create new worlds
and bright futures out of old ideas.
Forging faith from broken blueprints.
Somehow I suspect the answer sought lies within.
As far as the east is from the west,
I’ll walk this path until my last breath.
As far as the east is from the west I’ll walk this path until my last breath.
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3. |
Carrying the Fire
01:48
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I want to thrive, not just survive.
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4. |
In Hiding
05:29
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Like the tips of icebergs and the tops of the trees,
I know there’s life, I do believe, there is life deep inside of you.
That I can’t harness it is killing me. (I know there’s life, I do believe).
Reasons are only grains, only grains of sand,
we can’t grasp with our hands, though I long to understand.
Help me to help you shed this muted shell.
Live the life you long to live, embrace the love I’ve avowed to give.
Swing life away, scream life away,
signs that you’re alive, signs that you’re alive.
Cracks of smiles and the light in your eyes,
frozen moments, moments in time.
Know that I struggle with doubt.
Know that I’m searching for the best way.
I am resolving to rescue you.
Know that I’m waiting,
I’ll wait until that spark ignites and at last your flame burns bright.
I’ll hold, I’ll stay, I’ll lead, I’ll fucking pray
for the day my restraints tell you what I want them to say,
what I want them to say.
My dearest little one where have you been?
This search seems endless. Time and again,
In laughs, in smiles, just a glimpse and then its gone.
In spite of everything, my search bears on.
And this is my resolve: to rescue you safe and sound.
I’ll be here waiting, waiting to meet the real you.
As my heart beats, as my lungs breath…
I am resolving, I am resolved.
This tangled web woven, longing to be cut free. (I know there’s life, I do believe). Know that I struggle my little one.
Know that I’m searching my lonely.
I am resolving to rescue you.
Know that I’m waiting, waiting.
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