If life made sense, If it flowed like we wished.
Would there really be a chance to miss? A saddened day, A mournful night?
Nothing would ever seem this right. So why is it we wish for what we
cannot achieve? And then we ended, when you chose to leave..
The sun never seemed so bright, nor did the moon ever seem so white. My world was turned upside down, My head kept spinning round and round. The one thing that kept me sane, kept me from feeling all that pain.. Was the one who caused it at the end. Chose to take what she gave to lend.
Would there really be a chance to miss? A saddened day, A mournful night?
Nothing would ever seem this right. So why is it we wish for what we
cannot achieve? And then we ended, when you chose to leave..
The sun never seemed so bright, nor did the moon ever seem so white. My world was turned upside down, My head kept spinning round and round. The one thing that kept me sane, kept me from feeling all that pain.. Was the one who caused it at the end. Chose to take what she gave to lend.
When buildings burn and babies die, where is your God? Is he in the sky? Does he look down and watch with his eyes? the buildings burn and people die? Does he lift a finger and make it end? Or just a spirit that he sends? When we kneel down and pray aloud? Does he climb off of his cloud? Does he come and set us free? From death and sin and poverty? Does he zap us shoes for our feet? Or a roof for our head, or meat to eat? Or does he watch, with his eyes, from his cloud up in the skies, just looking down with a dismayed face, wondering why he created this race? To me he isn't in that cloud, he doesn't watch or wonder aloud, he doesn't sit up in the sky, because theres no God, just you.. and I.
Wednesday night, then Thursday next. You sit here just reading text, what do you gain from these slanted lines? Knowledge, power or maybe your passing time? Another way for you to cope? The stress and anger build without hope, the place beyond this screen you see, a pix-elated glowing, a virtual me. You think it up, a way to live, a way to tell if you are sane, avoid the tears, avoid the pain.
The sun will rise, like every day, but soon enough it will go away. Sink below that horizontal line, hopeful to rise a second time. But in it's place her brother comes, opposite from sister sun. A bright white crescent in the sky, a mournful reminder, a watchful eye.