He’s walking by with his tired eyes
Looking for some good reason to try and stay alive
Looks out over the waves as they wash the world away
But everything he blames himself for floats back around everyday
He’s tried each combination of excuses and redemption
Whatever’s been presented, even some he’s failed to mention
You listen so close but never really know what to say
After all, you’re all still just ghosts haunting his head anyway
He can’t get away, and returning now he finds the same
Kind of exclusion that these judgments have made
Say you wanna show the world hope and love with all you do
But he’s about to blow his brains out, so tell me where are you?
Is it all we can do to love sometimes
Just sit there and listen or just cry by their side
Is it all we can do to live sometimes
Just breathe in the moment, watch it pass by
Oftentimes I find, looking back I’m not the same as I was
Usually it’s because, even when facing the same old situations
I’ve been changed by the days that led me up to the occasion
Places and sensations on my heart have been emblazoned
But still the horrors of past hurts can unearth what was buried
I wish I didn’t care so much, that i could just hurry
To the point where the scars have healed and time has sealed the wounds
Instead of feeling like every move that I make is made too soon
But life improves when life lessons learned are life lessons lived
And I find that though it’s taken time I have more that I can give
And my pain has given a shoulder on which others can cry
We can lift one another up and in that way we find new life
Is it all we can do to love sometimes
Just sit there and listen or just cry by their side
Is it all we can do to live sometimes
Just breathe in the moment, watch it pass by
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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