Darkness/Depression and Waking Up/Redmption |
I lie here in my basement If in fact one's soul can have a basement I don't cry I don't know why I don't moan Don't care even if I'm alone So hungry If ones soul can be hungry So tired Can't sleep while in reality I'm mired Here there is fire Though I lie here like a funeral pyre Soon voices will reach me If voices can reach this deep in me Someday I'll laugh and cry But now I just look for something to fry Funny how those naive souls Tripped into my many dark cold holes Each day I wonder how to dress While I lie here emotionless Ahhhh wait a minute who turned on the light? This is causing way too much fright As I shrink into the darkest corner All the children I've trapped come to me closer Each stands and at me glowers Then I see a hole into my soul it leads lower But then the light brightens thicker And in every child it seems a lone candle flickers Now I look again to the hole It leads deeper into darkness or is that my soul What is this why am I askin' questions When I taught each tiny soul their lessons Turn again to these rebels I do To let them know their rebellions through Wait that's impossible Totally improbable As I look at their faces happiness I see And it begins to fill the deepest crevices in me Now in my heart I feel a lone candle ignite Like a cave of ice against the inferno I fight When I awake The hole that I thought was my escape is now plastic and fake And as I step into the light old hands I shake Friends who came to make right my mistake Now I laugh and cry My face seems to fall off it's so dry But it's just a mask Of dirt and grime prepared for this gruesome task Of rebirth And happy mirth Alas what sad Events must transpire to remove what is bad But all is now made new And again my soul can see the sky so clear and blue |