Unfinished & Untitled
The echo of a delicate whisper
resonates through the song of time
speaking words that glow through my darkness
giving me a beacon to follow, a destination to find
The wind caries the tone
to which life dances through the night
spectators we are, destined to dream
of a far off place beyond our sight
Living in this world
to the vision of our eyes
sometimes missing the truth
sometimes believing in lies
Find beauty in life
by wandering off course
the beacon guides you home
and never leaves you lost
Living without purpose
a conscience in eternal strife
you were asked only to believe
and to answer with your life
Ignoring all that exists
beyond the senses of the mind
you create your own rules
giving you the power to deny
I could hear your soul's voice calling out
for the one to ease your pain
to take you away from all the ones
that came to you, only to betray
Looking in the mirror
you will never see what you truly are
losing hope in yourself
the heart becomes scarred
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