Apr 27, 2004 15:00
When the winds blow past me I lose my way
Distracted from reality watching the trees sway
Far from this life that brings me down
Yet I know that things don't get better by running away.
The past isn't the present but it rings in your ear
It's something not to dwell on but it's something we hear
Not always proud of what we do and things we regret
Neither is living for the future with things we fear.
I can see the fire that's in your eye
I know flames are fed by what I can not deny
A split second can effect an entire lifetime
Burning down the pages of our lives isn't a way to get by.
Sitting by the window looking out into the space
Makes my mind go into overdrive thinking how I ended up in this place
Sorry doesn't heal all wounds or get rid of the pain
I understand how you feel I can't even look at my own face.
I don't know what more to say.