What now that all the friends are gone?
They slipped
away in silence
Yes it’s a
shame and yet cast no blame
Understanding the causes and the reasons
For these
things I know, the way things go
Can leave
one lonely as solitude deepens
Their ships have sailed…
They will tell their tall tails,
Of the losses that I feel
Life is mere existence in a world without love
Black clouds loom on the horizon,
While my soul stirs deeply,
As an imminent perfect storm brewing at sea
Life is mere existence in a world without love
Black clouds loom on the horizon,
While my soul stirs deeply,
As an imminent perfect storm brewing at sea
Did they ever suffer a dark and lonely despair?
Uncomfortable being inside of their own skin?
Uncomfortable being inside of their own skin?
Rarely
owning peace, at the very least
Still
desperately trying to be set free
Is there
ever a time when the soul cries in the mind?
When no wind
fills the main sail?
Do they ever cry out loud?
Overwhelmed by total doubt?
Overwhelmed by total doubt?
Standing at
dark crossroad’s junctions?
If I bare witness there,
They would
only gaze with a hollow, shallow glare
Pointing
back at my glowing imperfections
When real
friends misconcieve
It should never
be the source to cause ill feelings
Acts of love
fall short... building arms length walls
Lesson’s of woven webs, suture lesions into emotional scars
Life’s seasons
will come and go
All things
shall pass as traces of circles grow fainter
That crack
in the cabin door
shows little
light anymore
Those dimmest rays are fading
When doors
slam closed
Impending misunderstanding
grows
Without time
for understanding
When the final
bridges fell between two secluded islands
Next came
the roar of a deafening sound
What is the
sound of a breaking heart?
What were
once so called friends are once again,
Broken
pieces on a distant shore
Those ships
that sailed may loose their way
When stormy
sea’s darkness floods their passage
Remember
told tails, beware when all fails,
It will come
aboard to haunt you
While the
silence grows, will they ever know?
Of the many
broken pieces left behind
What now that all the friends are gone?
...This journey's tainted path is vividly clear to see...
...This journey's tainted path is vividly clear to see...
When my ship sails away
On that distant day,
The mission
bells will ring
As I will
sing... to their glorious ring
my soul will
be set free...
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