How can I be in love within the call;
When all I want to do is die?
How can I stand so high above it all;
When I stall and keep falling from the sky?
On all on whom I’m leaning on, are tactlessly afraid;
Of all the meant for hopelessness, of a blackened crying soul!
Like some song bird’s plight he’s never yet played!
I think of love and see in this, a frighteningly endless hole;
I think and I see in endless curves;
So why is it all made up of lines?
Like our infrastructure of cells and nerves;
That keep contradicting oaks and pines!
I know there has got to be a better life;
Awash on distant shores.
And in spite of all my pain and strife;
Relentlessly, I’m yours!