A soul that speaks upon his thoughts
Has travelled far into my mind
And whilst I listen with intent
I find his words quite hard to find
Language in another world
Is littered with the emotion of a land
That I cannot place or understand
Whilst uttering enchantments in a space
Where he has lived a thousand years
And calls to me like any other
I do not know who else may know his face
Or feel as if he is their brother
Scattered like the violin that breezes past me on a day
Where I can trust the world to beneath feet stay
And I will listen
And I will follow
And breathe the air that he has allowed me
Never burdened with the voice
I listen with a cynic's ear
For he believes I have no choice
But to give in to my fear
Softly whispered what to do
Shouting as if it makes a change
I will find my mind, the few
And let them speak within their range
When silence comes inside creation
Escaping on the bridge between
With no eyelids to the imagination
There are no voices to be seen
These thoughts that I hear inside
A voice that's crept above to claim
The very soul on which I pride
To be myself and be the same
Creeping up and take my mind
Over-run by souls outside
Sometimes mean, sometimes kind
Between them all I must decide
Songs are written, prose is played
Pictures painted and displayed
They escape their mind into the night
But I will sit and I will write
I will not be subject to the breeze
From souls that live in all my views
And through the mountains and the trees
They'd want nothing more but me to lose
Kept along by a rope that binds inside the world where I have died
And lost myself and lost my mind to breaks that I could never find
And mark myself along a road with broken rook and splattered toad
I can begin to see a path ahead where all this time I have been led
Within the world I have created I myself was subjugated
Broken down by plains and drifts upon a language lost in mist
Holding the lunch I had prepared and lost upon the road I fared
Because to truly lose yourself along the path
Will lead you to a greater truth
Where holding back will not allow
You to ever truly lose your youth
And when you find the world ahead
Has lost and left you much for dead
I suggest you listen deep inside
To the voice that's guiding light
You won't find the ever darkness
That's yours to take before it's gone
But don't forget to take your seat
In the chair of voices spoke
Where devils and the angels meet
Tear their throats and you will choke
Speak in brief and listen hard
Lose belief, be on your guard
Let them speak but lose your mind
They will seek, and you will find |
