Dreams

Sweet is the freedom

I long to hold in my hands

Once again

Gone, is the kingdom

Of my imaginations innocent lands

Now they are barren, cold, and dark

How I long to be underneath that oak tree

Listening to the birds sweet trills

Feeling like I could do anything, free

And exposed to life\'s thrills

To watch the sky change

From pink, red, and orange

To watch the sun turn

From bright yellow, to molten gold

To be lulled to sleep

By natures song

Blanketed by the shadows creep

No right, no wrong

How I long to be back in that graveyard

Full of oaks and pines

A place of grief and mourning, how fitting

Where the dead lie

Unheard cries

And shattered minds

Come to pray

For the souls lost

Even the insane

Or those who praised the cross

Id watch the leaves blow in the wind

And headstones lay still

How fitting for me

How I find peace among the dead

Because there\'s no peace among the living

The shadows are silent, a comforting bed

Not loud and toxic, invisible wars with no winning

Scars that run deep to the marrow

Is nothing when my heart is constantly stabbed by an arrow

Winds that shake my unsteady home

Rain that thunders as I walk alone

Alone

Something I\'m used to being

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

But glass and stone eventually crack

From unforgiving pressure, from life

Everydays strife

Silent screams

Unheard dreams

Dreams

I used to think

I could rule the world

Now, I can barely control me

Let alone every other boy or girl

The plane I used to fly

Is now spiraling down in a nosedive

I\'m just waiting for the crash

Crying, wondering how much longer the pain will last.