The End
And it all ended there in the light of a fresh gray moon,
It shone upon a new begining and all new hopes,
But a single tear feel from the lofts of the sky,
For it imagined the same story as before,
A re-write of a great epic is never as good as the first,
For you see they wished the story would change,
Not only for there sake but for all around them,
So many things they wished to change about everything,
Yet there cannot be a perfect world,
For time and time again they have said,
"In order for beauty to flourish, sadness must remind us of what we've lost. In order for u to be happy, we must have sadness to compair it to"
And with this he searches for something to compair it to,
For you see, if one searches in the same place they find the same,
And if one enjoys it then they may be content,
But you see this one has curiosity,
He wishes to see what could be and take a break from what was,
And in this he starts off on his adventure,
Yet he flaters himself calling it an adventure,
For adventures have obtainable goals,
And it is pride that tells if this is even possible.
If only,
The universal question.
Quite possibly the most asked by those who lay alone.
Tired cold nights they sit in silence writing tales,
Tales of things they have never done and never will.
They continue in a twisted world of mixed morals,
Following there own path influenced by those around.
For if left in solitude they will eventually die,
Die alone and sad for they had no one.
So we must move on and go throught into the world,
And give hope to those around us.
Shading,
In and out, up and down, left to right,
Darker in parts, lighter in others.
Life itself is shade, never just colors.
We experience hard times and good times,
Easy times and bad times.
We all go through it all at one point.
Deep in pools of tears laying still in silence,
Hurting for a problem that continues on,
The names and faces change but that is all.
Sitting, stairing at the screen waiting,
For gray to turn black and yellow to turn white.
We've all gone through it at one time,
It controls us yet we let it grab hold and take us.
Yet we wait all day and then see,
They are there and there is silence before the storm.
Keys going fast in harmony with melody,
Sending sound through metal ears through miles.
Response, You smile and it is good.
Deep into, confering all that lives as none other does,
You know for once that you are not pretend only to be loved,
Hopefully, yet it is not clear, it is not clear.
You doubt and wonder if its right,
You see them ever night, you think your friends are right.
You leave them sitting,
Deep in pools of tears laying still in silence.
It shone upon a new begining and all new hopes,
But a single tear feel from the lofts of the sky,
For it imagined the same story as before,
A re-write of a great epic is never as good as the first,
For you see they wished the story would change,
Not only for there sake but for all around them,
So many things they wished to change about everything,
Yet there cannot be a perfect world,
For time and time again they have said,
"In order for beauty to flourish, sadness must remind us of what we've lost. In order for u to be happy, we must have sadness to compair it to"
And with this he searches for something to compair it to,
For you see, if one searches in the same place they find the same,
And if one enjoys it then they may be content,
But you see this one has curiosity,
He wishes to see what could be and take a break from what was,
And in this he starts off on his adventure,
Yet he flaters himself calling it an adventure,
For adventures have obtainable goals,
And it is pride that tells if this is even possible.
If only,
The universal question.
Quite possibly the most asked by those who lay alone.
Tired cold nights they sit in silence writing tales,
Tales of things they have never done and never will.
They continue in a twisted world of mixed morals,
Following there own path influenced by those around.
For if left in solitude they will eventually die,
Die alone and sad for they had no one.
So we must move on and go throught into the world,
And give hope to those around us.
Shading,
In and out, up and down, left to right,
Darker in parts, lighter in others.
Life itself is shade, never just colors.
We experience hard times and good times,
Easy times and bad times.
We all go through it all at one point.
Deep in pools of tears laying still in silence,
Hurting for a problem that continues on,
The names and faces change but that is all.
Sitting, stairing at the screen waiting,
For gray to turn black and yellow to turn white.
We've all gone through it at one time,
It controls us yet we let it grab hold and take us.
Yet we wait all day and then see,
They are there and there is silence before the storm.
Keys going fast in harmony with melody,
Sending sound through metal ears through miles.
Response, You smile and it is good.
Deep into, confering all that lives as none other does,
You know for once that you are not pretend only to be loved,
Hopefully, yet it is not clear, it is not clear.
You doubt and wonder if its right,
You see them ever night, you think your friends are right.
You leave them sitting,
Deep in pools of tears laying still in silence.