Take me from here, The stories the walls hear
This place I know too well. of broken hearts and confusion
The spaces and faces could fill novels and shelves
and this love where I fell. feeding optimist's delusions.
The sun sets late here There's one way out of here
and the sun burns my eyes a small tunnel leading to light
they say it's perfect this is where the lost try to escape
but they don't hear the cries. hurting others in the fight.
I fade into darkness here It's a vicious cycle in here,
where those saddened refuge, in this darkness where we lie
where those with lost love fighting to feel love once more
die waiting for their rescue. until eventually we die.
Take me from here
and we will walk hand in hand
to the place they all talk about
that perfect, promised land.
