The Tides And The Trauma

"Your spirit does not wither its mistakes,

it longs for you to recognize them."

...

We have been denying every sense of our strengths.

Time to hold our weaknesses down, because what lives eventually dies.

Begging for your heart to beat inside of me.

Water this earth back to life.

Bring the seeds up to the trees.

No more confessions, no more misunderstandings, our choices have been made.

Now it's with our lives we have to pay.

So swallow my grave, because I won't be led out of here alive.

Homemade kept secrets, from the whispers to the silence.

A look of fear in my eyes just before death.

Shake your rage into my veins.

Let me feel your pain.
And we exchange; all of life's mystery's in our tears.

I am the future and I am your faith.
(you are not a burden, but a way of life)

And now I am gone.