Home
I've been lost inside the cadence and caught within the symphony, yet I've found the strength to say this, I think I've reached an epiphany
That while I've sat here and stared out at the blooming horizon, my heartbeat is rising at all the things to sink my eyes in
It's welcoming, this homage, yet I've been rejecting it all these days, I've been looking for other ways to find where the passion stays
I've become sick of complacency and just can't help but wonder why, it seems like my heart is bleeding, but my eyes remain dry
Is it demanding, is it commanding? I've risen to face these brutal tides, sympathetic, understanding? Have I overbound myself, my strides?
There's a peace to be found and a happiness to be had, but neither of those can be realized when you focus on the bad
There's rolling hills and towering trees, I can see across the valley farly, but my vision becomes obscured and I hate it, I'm sorry
But at the end of the day who am I even saying that to? My thoughts? What's new. I've found my hopes so far and few.
The winds are picking up and the storm is looming overhead, but this time I'm speaking of nature, not the inclement in my head
And even with this breath I'm stealing, it cuts down through my throat, with all the stitches in my heart I'm feeling, I could write an anecdote.
All the cuts and gashes, wounds and lacerations, could cause an increase in blood pressure and palpitations,
In which the race is internal and so is all the passion, we've cut all our ties to each other in a similar fashion.
I feel the time that's passed, maybe I'll be fine at last, when I'm overlooking all my actions in a manner too fast,
Because when the speed goes slow my very thoughts they grow, and I reach these revelations I thought I'd never know
But there's no voice in the clouds or watcher in the sky, so when I'm sitting on this hill I have myself to ask "Why?"
Why did you leave this place, why did you leave all these people, this should be the end of your story, don't make it a sequel
These chapters are torn and you have to repair them, between the lines lie your colors, now swear that you'll wear them
The spine has creases from your emotional releases, but this is a book, not a window, you don't have to pick up the pieces
It's a place to come back to, the place where you started, in the end we all know that home is where the heart is,
Regardless of your past and all the pain that's connected, you find that time changes everything, even things you expected
It's a beautiful feeling when you feel so accepted, that nothing is really wrong, including things you suspected
And even if a suspicion has surfaced, it'll soon be banished, we hunger for ends to our ties, but yet we're still famished
'Cause the roots are dug deep and hold firm in the harshest tempest, it'd take more than a simple apprentice to end this
A magic connection tethered to your mind and soul, that when you're feeling empty home can make you feel whole
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I've been lost inside the cadence and caught within the symphony, yet I've found the strength to say this, I think I've reached an epiphany
That while I've sat here and stared out at the blooming horizon, my heartbeat is rising at all the things to sink my eyes in
It's welcoming, this homage, yet I've been rejecting it all these days, I've been looking for other ways to find where the passion stays
I've become sick of complacency and just can't help but wonder why, it seems like my heart is bleeding, but my eyes remain dry
Is it demanding, is it commanding? I've risen to face these brutal tides, sympathetic, understanding? Have I overbound myself, my strides?
There's a peace to be found and a happiness to be had, but neither of those can be realized when you focus on the bad
There's rolling hills and towering trees, I can see across the valley farly, but my vision becomes obscured and I hate it, I'm sorry
But at the end of the day who am I even saying that to? My thoughts? What's new. I've found my hopes so far and few.
The winds are picking up and the storm is looming overhead, but this time I'm speaking of nature, not the inclement in my head
And even with this breath I'm stealing, it cuts down through my throat, with all the stitches in my heart I'm feeling, I could write an anecdote.
All the cuts and gashes, wounds and lacerations, could cause an increase in blood pressure and palpitations,
In which the race is internal and so is all the passion, we've cut all our ties to each other in a similar fashion.
I feel the time that's passed, maybe I'll be fine at last, when I'm overlooking all my actions in a manner too fast,
Because when the speed goes slow my very thoughts they grow, and I reach these revelations I thought I'd never know
But there's no voice in the clouds or watcher in the sky, so when I'm sitting on this hill I have myself to ask "Why?"
Why did you leave this place, why did you leave all these people, this should be the end of your story, don't make it a sequel
These chapters are torn and you have to repair them, between the lines lie your colors, now swear that you'll wear them
The spine has creases from your emotional releases, but this is a book, not a window, you don't have to pick up the pieces
It's a place to come back to, the place where you started, in the end we all know that home is where the heart is,
Regardless of your past and all the pain that's connected, you find that time changes everything, even things you expected
It's a beautiful feeling when you feel so accepted, that nothing is really wrong, including things you suspected
And even if a suspicion has surfaced, it'll soon be banished, we hunger for ends to our ties, but yet we're still famished
'Cause the roots are dug deep and hold firm in the harshest tempest, it'd take more than a simple apprentice to end this
A magic connection tethered to your mind and soul, that when you're feeling empty home can make you feel whole
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Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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