Thousands of thoughts
That incriminate your mind,
Thousands of breaths
That make you hear the threats,
Thousands of words
That swing gently on mute cords,
Thousands of prayers
That are heard as dares.
You fear you don’t leave nothing behind,
You cry loud as maybe someone will here the sound,
You hope that what you make shall be found,
In the nothingness left by your footsteps on the ground.
You feel the world spinning too fast
You weep as you have already stepped into the past
You wonder if somebody will pull you back
From the war you’ve been fighting too long
You hope someone can erase that lack
That left you on your knees and so alone.
As night goes by, so slow, with your sigh
You remember each and every lie
And though they hurt you so
You just can’t let them go
And as your words begin to bleed
And your thoughts begin to mourn
Your breath grows colder and suddenly it’s torn
And your prayers shall never reach dawn.