Seasons of Life
How small do you want me to be
Weighed in the balance left lonely
So much can be said through silence
As hard as it seems
All that we need is to close to be seen
Our lives
You build your walls for me to climb
A billion walls for me to climb
You build your walls for me to climb
Travels the very nature we'll live in
Seasons to cycles children to men
Mislead and misread
Company or companion
With all of our hearts we follow our dreams
Slightly out of reach
Our lives
You build your walls for me to climb
A billion walls for me to climb
You build your walls for me to climb
It seems that no matter how hard we try, we remain stuck in the same season; the world seems to lack the very change we so adamantly strive for. It's funny how reality and sanity can be so temporary, I find myself fading in and out of these things, like a radio being finely-tuned. My world can crumble in minutes, yet I remain staring forward, a bruised little girl on the floor now sitting up and wiping her eyes. I am detatched, blessedly detatched.
Holly, what kind of person would I be if I said I could achieve the impossible but yet when it comes time to see me do it, fail? I am still coming.
Angelina
Weighed in the balance left lonely
So much can be said through silence
As hard as it seems
All that we need is to close to be seen
Our lives
You build your walls for me to climb
A billion walls for me to climb
You build your walls for me to climb
Travels the very nature we'll live in
Seasons to cycles children to men
Mislead and misread
Company or companion
With all of our hearts we follow our dreams
Slightly out of reach
Our lives
You build your walls for me to climb
A billion walls for me to climb
You build your walls for me to climb
It seems that no matter how hard we try, we remain stuck in the same season; the world seems to lack the very change we so adamantly strive for. It's funny how reality and sanity can be so temporary, I find myself fading in and out of these things, like a radio being finely-tuned. My world can crumble in minutes, yet I remain staring forward, a bruised little girl on the floor now sitting up and wiping her eyes. I am detatched, blessedly detatched.
Holly, what kind of person would I be if I said I could achieve the impossible but yet when it comes time to see me do it, fail? I am still coming.
Angelina