Finding

Conquests of truth needed to realise
The momentarily broken down youth
Strength preceded by the devils army and the battle is won
Before I even sung
A rhythm for a helping call
My defence was shattered to the silent shivering night
I lost my meaning, I lost my fight
Endless sky full of nothing
Looking down on me as I interpret life wrong
Shades in people darker than usual
Memories that shouldn’t get approval
In this time – weakness is strength
Forgetting everything becomes wealth
Temporary pleasures in a world inconsistent and fair to you –
Well I should think it is a white lie waiting for its queue
To erupt from your tears and your fears into a silent ground for regret
Don’t you wish you did things differently?