Mute.I've forgotten how to speakIt's been so long since I spoke lastThings are looking bleakEverything's happened so fastI'm sorry if I seem coldIt seems I don't know how to breathehow to stand up and be boldinstead I'm waiting for you to leaveCowardly is how this might seembut I truly don't know what to doI don't know where to begin to healI don't know what is or isn't trueI think something is wrongIt all feels like a dreamI don't know how to be stronghow to talk, how to whisper, how to scream.
The weatherDoes the sun not warm us up,and the storm cool us down.Doesn't the rain make a rainbowto makes smiles from every frownDon't the leaves look pretty in autumnand air is crisp and expentant of snowand we sit by burning firesand drink to make our cheeks glowdo the flowers not bloom in springand tiny creatures fill our landand in summer we warm our backsand roam parks hand in handThis land is beautiful,and gives everything its gotand we can appreciate it allwhether we're feeling cold or hot
In love at warI'm in love with the world and at war with myselfAnd soon the pulls and pushes will bring down my insideGive as much as I've got but I'm alone in my thoughtsSearching for the soul to which my heart can confideDesperate to spread the disease which fills my chestBecause it makes us realise we are big but we are smallIt's a beautiful feeling that for once we belongwe do not have to bow down but stand and be tallBut as we let ourselves be filled with puritywe can sometimes forget about what's closebecause the world is far away and largewe forget to love what's infront of our noseso I'm at war with myself but in love with the worldI want to hold tight to the one at my sidebut I am letting this disease fill up all my cornersand the more it spreads through me the further I slide
What we areI feel the worlds gone madIt makes me unbearably sadThe things that make up our wholeAre abusing the virtious soulWe've got so much to be hereand we let it all go with fearthe things that make up who we arecan be as close as they can be farcause if we think the world is blindwe'll allow ourselves to be unkindif we think that noone will knowwe let our virtues come and goThe strong can keep a good gripuntil they have their life strippedThen they just join in the packtearing up the path to gain what we lackOnly hope can warm our heartsbut hope can live or fall apartonly love can hold it to the skyso our virtuous souls can flySo don't let go of the love that bindsHold onto the hand that your hand findswe are human so give each other sightand spread the virtues so we know wrong from right
No aid for the depressed.In this depressionI find self obsessionBut Ill make the confessionin quick successionI know this isn't rightadmitting it gives me no aidThough I find the lightQuickly it will fadeI've allowed myself too longI can feel my skin decayNo longer dance or songcan find it's happy wayI'll stop seeingas my heart's fleeingmy music stops beingmy love needs freeing
Pick up your feetSometimes we get sadBut just pick up your feetWhen the waves crash down hardthink of the adventures you'll meetWhen you've overcome this bearthat's trying to fight you downYou'll soon be flying highYou'll forget to frownLife is full of pulls and tugs and love to balance it outSo forgive the water when it leaves you with a droughtFor it has gone to prepare the road ahead, it's waiting for you thereBut first there is a mountain and your climb is your fare