Disarranged
My insides twist
my heart speaks loudly
pounding at the white cage that holds my soul
he wants to be heard and obeyed
...
but the words in which he speaks
they belong to a strange language
the tongue so foreign to me I scarce unsderstand a word
damn it all!
why must emotions speak in such riddles
your heart never tells you true
it does not lay down the path that must be walked!
we desire the same, always
fueling my passion into a raging flame
the conflagration confounds me though
joy and happiness just a hairdbreath away
but in what direction?!
love and comfort within my arm's short reach
I am blind to it though
the great light of my passion burning out my eyes
so I will reach into the dark
over and over
ever with the hope of finding you
my heart speaks loudly
pounding at the white cage that holds my soul
he wants to be heard and obeyed
...
but the words in which he speaks
they belong to a strange language
the tongue so foreign to me I scarce unsderstand a word
damn it all!
why must emotions speak in such riddles
your heart never tells you true
it does not lay down the path that must be walked!
we desire the same, always
fueling my passion into a raging flame
the conflagration confounds me though
joy and happiness just a hairdbreath away
but in what direction?!
love and comfort within my arm's short reach
I am blind to it though
the great light of my passion burning out my eyes
so I will reach into the dark
over and over
ever with the hope of finding you