To The Stone

I've been walking on thin ice.
Trying to forget my dreams.
Sang to me in whispers,
Played away by the symphony.

I caught up to the wind.
Passing by with leafs in her hair.
She walks with the flowers on a sunday morning.
I was the only one there.

To the stone.
To the grave.
To the candle flickering.
To the fire dwindling down.
To the dirt.
To the mud.
To the absence of your heart.
To the silence that speaks so loud.

I've been walking on eggshells.
Pleasing the kings and queens.
My memories sing to me.
In the prettiest melodies.

I told the emptyness to go away.
Because I didn't want to be full out.
He said, "I'm sorry darling.
What goes around comes around."

To the stone.
To the grave.
To the candle flickering.
To the fire dwindling down.
To the dirt.
To the mud.
To the absence of your heart.
To the silence that speaks so loud.

The light inside,
Dies while I,
Cry.
Life isn't fair.
The tunnel ends.
Where it began.
But no one seems to care.

I said to the misery,
"If you want a companion.
Look to others.
Don't look at me.
I would never give in."

To the sun.
To the stars.
To the love inside our hearts.
To the clouds.
To the rain.
This isn't pleasant pain.

To the stone.
To the grave.
To the candle flickering.
To the fire dwindling down.
To the dirt.
To the mud.
To the absence of your heart.
To the silence that speaks so loud.

To the sky.
Hear my cries.
Forever is a lie.
Where to begin?
Yes I've sinned.
And oh what chaos this has been.

But I won't give in.