A tale as old as me.
A memory that I can no longer see.
Feeling as blue as the ocean.
Looking to the moon hoping to see the future.
Not knowing the things that ones have lost.
The fire we lost our powers.
The rain has cast us stones.
The wish of yes is the vision of tomorrow.
This is my now, and I must make a move.
Stress will cause me death, but love will cause me you.
Tired and scared.
Looking for hope in a crowed shell.
Trying to see the light, but the rainbow is just too bright.
The clouds are coming, but my dreams have faded.
Th love of my life have not been created.
The disease of my heart is my love for you.
The story that gives me strength takes it from you.
I can see that this is my end.
The sun does not shine where my heart is.
This is the last of a journey run well.
Now I go to the ocean or the sea.
Hope to finish so friends that are not my enemies.
The tides in my life are turning.
The times of the earth-shattering happenings is no longer available.
Wisdom no longer lives on the willow tree.
It is available at the edges of the sea.
It is at the site of the place that seems too good to be.
Destruction and illusion are the name of the game.
My pain is still all the same.
When the time is right the things will change.
Today it is all the same.
I just wish I can still see the rain.
Trying to see the light, but it is too bright.
Trying to find the hope, but I just do not care.
Looking for love that others seem to share.
Not thinking about the present worrying about things that I did not do.
My tears are real, but to you they just do not hit the mark.
Why do I live in this much pain?
Why is it hard for me escape the things?
This is not what I want, but it is feeling like something that I deserve.
I have never been an angel, but the devil never met me.
I just want to go.
Go to a place that most would call home.
Maybe then I will get some rest and finally be at peace.