Here
I stand,
below the
mountian I
once climbed.
Staring at the sun,
glaring, so uncaring,
down on me. And here
I stand, with nothing to my
name, no place to call my own;
only the mountian and I, Here I stand
alone. So There I stand no longer, having
given up the fight having turned from the Light.
Now I face the night. And here I stand again, upon
the mountian top, my own, my home. Here I stand, no
longer a child of the light. But Instead a Master of the Night.
And worlds collide
By words unspoken
thoughts are hidden
Feelings burried deep
and worlds collide

The words on paper
my cry for you
your answer NO!
and worlds collide
I cry for us:
what could have been
and worlds collide
and break

The Silence in the night, that fleeting fleeing feeling following me down
grasping gripping dripping draping drawing me back down.
and there amid the dark and damp
benieth the night so black
I find the one thing left to me is burning bright and pure
through open arms the fire strikes and fills my heart fear
at thought of loss so sure to come, at rising of the sun
but midnight's fire burning bright turns the darkest dark to light
and causes me a glimpse of hope that becomes the endless night
together with my love and the fire to set things right

As I lay here drinking in, I see the star above me
I cannot help but wonder what things I cannot know
what places I can never go.
a star above my world.
The wonders I will never see.
a star above my world.
And then I turn and see the earth below me.
as a star above my world.
So I change
I make the thing I could not see
I build the places I could not be
I invent the things I should not know.
as a star above my world.
But always I wonder how someone somewhere is
yearning
burning
a star above my world.
I relise now I cannot see. Blinded by my own Sensibility.
This world the same to all, is free. For any to know, for all to taste.
But I the music cannot face. You see I live only to die, you know I cry before my time.
I see the thing you cannot see. I live the life that cannot be.
I write the words that none can see, without that part I greive, and leave, a piece of me.
The words I pen can leave no trace, the agony I flee from, grace.
Life without love, love without meaning, meaning without presence. My presence without you. My end.


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