The grimace on his face weeps pain
yet his eyes are dry motions the same
something was taken away from him lost in the translation..
Unaware of its dear importance
He struggles for answers
struggles to be sane
Sleep no longer an option The voices grow harsh
The past seems so many memories away
But a twinkle in his eye is a reminder
How we could always turn for help
How we pushed everything aside for eachother
Like a fire burning through the woods Everything will take a toll
.. Some will die for some to grow
Some will carry the fire with them Like he has
Just now its faint
As his mind is gripping onto all that’s left
As we watch, afraid of what is next
Knowing that this time the fight will be a battle
Our laughs will turn to loud screams
Dreams to be, become prayers for help
I know he needs us so much But I cant find the answers
A puzzle only he can unlock
And as he did for us he can turn for help
Help to push their voices aside
And fill them with our own words
Help to find the fire he’s left in us And regain his own
A better life is not a delusion Better days are not just in the past
