Funeral For A Friend

Mar 22, 2011 00:25

And I know its true that things improve
But cant you wake me from this dream
The roads I loved now rise like walls
Where nothing can cross in between

But i've built mountains around my heart
And not the kind that people ascend
For I always considered it eternally broken
Not the kind that time could mend

As I slowly maneuver down its passages
Like those walls I always declined to scale
I see no others on these lonely paths
The horizon yields no defiant sail

Where is my night in shining armor
I have dragons that must be slain
Benevolent witches inside this soul
Telling me hope is made in vain

I wish I could be more cold
Calculating and passive like the night
Like a fog I could wash over my demons
And extinguish them with all my might

You see I once held a hammer
In my hand the worlds heaviest nail
And I tried so hard to break out
But it was all to no avail

You would have called me a surgeon
I was always so precise
But life took love from my hands
And I felt them turn to ice

What little good all this bravery did
My skill could not for see the dawn
And with traits many could only desire
I might squander years before moving on

So I guess you could call this a funeral
Tomorrow's a gift, today is on loan
I realize now so little is ours
In life there is no rent to own
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