Yesterday I searched the earth
Only to find emptiness
Underneath and above
Was every step a waste?
Every breath taken in vain?
Releasing the realisation
Easing into the loneliness
If I have to wait here
More than time can survive
Pushing through the years
Oh, I would fight to stay alive
Struggle for every minute
Simply to find what I need
In my life, this quietness I live in
Bowed in prayer, silently plead
Let me find it before darkness comes
Evening light brings the cold
These failing lights casts shadows
Over the world, only one is noticed
For all the time spent
In the dying world
Now seeing you here
Daylight has a purpose
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.