Intrigued by whispers,
Fallen in forests silent,
Left without love I feel withered,
Weak, wonderful, yet violent.
Tick tock, tears fail to heal that young girls scars,
Tick tock, tall tales shared live longer in jars,
Tick tock, time is still,
Tick tock, tick tock kill.
It's supposed to be easy his beating mind sighs,
To write and to glide through clear vast skies,
If love is inspiring then where is it now,
As i search and don't find it hidden in clouds.
Too many people wonder why I fade,
As I cry into the darkened shadows which my heart has made,
That's just life, aint that right,
It cuts to deep, much more than a knife.
Survive this son,
It's why you were born,
To wander this earth with loves life torn,
Invest in the hope,
Retract in the silence,
Heal in the sun,
Run, run, always run from the violence.