Every minute wasteing
sitting here waiting
for a dream
that never comes to rescue me
from this horrid life
that many tell me
isn't all that bad.
Well I've seen
about every point
and now all I have left
is my own.
I'm on my way
to be by myself
to travel on a lonely road.
Only this time
actually moving my legs.
Instead of using my powers
to slave away
to a repetitive day
filled with chores
hiding away from the voices
that haunt my head
even when I sleep
I talk to myself
just endless blabber
of every little thing
that happened to me.
Pouring down
like a mountain
coming fast
like a train
my life can't be stopped
I know I can feel
Destinys hand
holding my shoulder
letting me see inside
what I can really do.
Far off lands
as far as my own eyes can see.
Its like seeing my whole life
riddled with thousands of endless roads.
One way will definately end
but not while I'm still here
to remember it all.
Because my soul
is purely free
born a flying dove
and nothing else.
Everyday I sing
of sweet freedom
wrestling in the grass
their scent intoxicates
my every sense and notion
flushing down the drain.
Every explanation
I've ever been told
spins and turns,
rushing all down the drain.
Now I have to start all over,
even with cuts and bruises
I still manage to walk
strutting a silent confidence
feeling my heart
skipping a thousand beats.
Moving up and down
my thoughts go.
I know it hurts me so
to get crushed again.
But my mangeled corpse,
manages to throw on,
a nice thought,
to stop me from going insane.
Calming me down
the voice I bless so much,
thank god for it
its my only control
it must be gods angels
gently patting down upon my head.
Whispering sensual dreams
longing to find inside my heart
they find it always.
When it all
comes crashing down to it
I realize it is me
and only me
that can truly save myself
from losing control.
Thank god for this life I have
if only you were here now
to know how I feel,
who or whatever you are
if only you knew
how much of my life
revolves around you
like a merry go round.
Your eyes do seem to follow me
yet you never lend a hand.
Guess its only fair,
that your powers,
are far too great to help,
me and only me.
Soon I realize
how lucky I really am.
As much as it pains,
for me to say,
sometimes being positive
is the best blessing I have,
yet I feel it as a curse,
for making me so calm
and so sedated.
Hiding me away
from all whom I love.
Please give me a reason
lend a little prayer
angels above
or whatever you are
Give me
and everyone else
the strength to move on.
We need your forever love
my poor pale eyes,
deserve your treasures
shimmering a wonderful light.
Suddenly my heart stings
with every tick and tock
all human hearts skip a beat,
shattering down,
lost and crying dreams.
All one big lie.
We all keep wishing
for one big truth
to awaken us
from this dreary slumber
of death and confusion.
But so far
we all continue to sit
wasteing away,
waiting and waiting
for your glorious return.
Reaching out into the sky,
begging for that sweet dream,
to be realized.
sitting here waiting
for a dream
that never comes to rescue me
from this horrid life
that many tell me
isn't all that bad.
Well I've seen
about every point
and now all I have left
is my own.
I'm on my way
to be by myself
to travel on a lonely road.
Only this time
actually moving my legs.
Instead of using my powers
to slave away
to a repetitive day
filled with chores
hiding away from the voices
that haunt my head
even when I sleep
I talk to myself
just endless blabber
of every little thing
that happened to me.
Pouring down
like a mountain
coming fast
like a train
my life can't be stopped
I know I can feel
Destinys hand
holding my shoulder
letting me see inside
what I can really do.
Far off lands
as far as my own eyes can see.
Its like seeing my whole life
riddled with thousands of endless roads.
One way will definately end
but not while I'm still here
to remember it all.
Because my soul
is purely free
born a flying dove
and nothing else.
Everyday I sing
of sweet freedom
wrestling in the grass
their scent intoxicates
my every sense and notion
flushing down the drain.
Every explanation
I've ever been told
spins and turns,
rushing all down the drain.
Now I have to start all over,
even with cuts and bruises
I still manage to walk
strutting a silent confidence
feeling my heart
skipping a thousand beats.
Moving up and down
my thoughts go.
I know it hurts me so
to get crushed again.
But my mangeled corpse,
manages to throw on,
a nice thought,
to stop me from going insane.
Calming me down
the voice I bless so much,
thank god for it
its my only control
it must be gods angels
gently patting down upon my head.
Whispering sensual dreams
longing to find inside my heart
they find it always.
When it all
comes crashing down to it
I realize it is me
and only me
that can truly save myself
from losing control.
Thank god for this life I have
if only you were here now
to know how I feel,
who or whatever you are
if only you knew
how much of my life
revolves around you
like a merry go round.
Your eyes do seem to follow me
yet you never lend a hand.
Guess its only fair,
that your powers,
are far too great to help,
me and only me.
Soon I realize
how lucky I really am.
As much as it pains,
for me to say,
sometimes being positive
is the best blessing I have,
yet I feel it as a curse,
for making me so calm
and so sedated.
Hiding me away
from all whom I love.
Please give me a reason
lend a little prayer
angels above
or whatever you are
Give me
and everyone else
the strength to move on.
We need your forever love
my poor pale eyes,
deserve your treasures
shimmering a wonderful light.
Suddenly my heart stings
with every tick and tock
all human hearts skip a beat,
shattering down,
lost and crying dreams.
All one big lie.
We all keep wishing
for one big truth
to awaken us
from this dreary slumber
of death and confusion.
But so far
we all continue to sit
wasteing away,
waiting and waiting
for your glorious return.
Reaching out into the sky,
begging for that sweet dream,
to be realized.