Without weakness, strength isn't here
So when we're devoid of wholeness
Brokenness can't plague us
Immunity exists in our minds
We strengthen with each day
And as we do, death isn't as frightening
In the times where sorrow's near
I'll hold you close from the coldness
Of a dark night, just trust
Me, I'll be nothing but kind
Look into my eyes, as I say
[Because you break, I'll be stronger]
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.