Slow Dance With Pain

Anguish fills the eyes of the young

Seeking, hoping, looking, chasing

Dreams that will go unfulfilled

That will go unseen by those that matter

No one matters but the lost

So many lost to this lot and will not fight

They will not stand, they will not try

Just like I, the king of the broken children

No night-lights, no guide, no hope

So far from the truth, it's so hard to get back

With the flame of what is right blown out

Pain comes in every form possible

Now on wings of lead the shoots ring out

Slicing wrists like pieces of paper

Blood falls and hearts go out as lungs breath their last

For when the hurting die the world then cries in sorrow

Not while they live in the world of the dead

Do the self-righteous offer the hand of help

Waltzing to a song that is sung by the rotting

By corpses of men that are no longer living

A dance is made that defies mind and body

Calling for death and calling for life

All in one the confusion takes over this chosen bunch

Everything passes with time

But the souls of the hurting last forever

Walking the earth with black marks from tears

Locked to their faces like criminals to crimes

So slowly over time they will all meet as one

And look to me and ask

How is it you got away?

Breaking the chains of self blame and worthless pitty?

Open your eyes now and see

There is a world of pain out there

That they try to hide away

Fighting is the only way out

To bring back light to the dark ways

You have to force hell to spit you out

Take hold of yourself and be set free

It's all inside, yet so hard to see

Now everything is blurry and the tears come back agian

But with a different taste now

Something inside has changed, the pain has lost the hold

The hold we give it on our very souls

For now we walk away with a smile on our faces

But the ghosts of hated pasts still remain

So on and on the dance continues

Stuck in the middle of a war game for eternity

Look back and see that the scars begin to fade

Though the memory is fresh in rememberence

Again I reach and again I'm knocked away

The little boy falls down and gets up again

Walking alone once again this world is always the same

But with one foot infront of the other

I will carry on, even with this pain

Placed firmly on me, the broken me of yester-year

And the me I'll be when tomorrow draws near