Silent sobs
Wracking fears
Dreams that break us
Bringing tears

Searching darkness for a light
Scrounging lies to find a reason
Careful not to be too quiet
Shouting words, declaring treason

Pray on trees
Cut down stars
Crowd the moon
And raise the bars

Backwards life existing forward
Shouts turned whispers, tears turned hope
All results of one small notion:
Knowing you can't stand to cope

You won't be happy until you see
The grass grow down and the rain fall up
But don't you see if you wake like sleeping
Life won't fill, but drain your cup?