This is so hard for me. To find the words to say. My thoughts are standing still. . Captive inside of me. All emotions starts to hide. And nothing is getting through.
The water's edge is where she waits. Lost soul still wandering. Meant to die. But she's stuck not crossing over. . The other side is where he waits. His spirit reaching out.
I would not expect you felt unnoticed and ignored. Better to rise above the clouds Then be a stranger in the crowd. All that you protected doesn't matter anymore.
Long before the colors start to bleed. I can see the painting come alive. Clever like an angel in disguise. Moving in and out of reach. . If the candle lights this crooked path.
From the heavens I can see the world. Hardly moving. What could make it turn?. . Maybe life itself. Or could it be love. Or God with a gentle shove?. .