I don\'t see a poetic mind, I just like it when mine rhymes
For the salt from the tears on my face, dry with hidden disgrace
I don\'t want to turn back from the path I choose
When reality is something and nothing to lose
The fear maybe gone but what about the blues
I know I\'m never alone with or without you
This love was taken and never really had wings
Only a billion metaphors of making better dreams
The higher you go, the further there is to fall
Until you\'re left with only the writings on a wall