Start
With one
Then move on
To the next four
Or how many it takes
For you to feel satisfied again
Then watch them all pile up here
Every flaw, fault, past, present, till you break
Then remember those who got you here
For each life changed for you
Or scarred because of you
To every lost, broken
Then forgotten one
With them
Finish
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.