Remember that life
As you know it
Is golden in all its forms
While bedridden lies
The soul of one who
Wishes silently for
Death everyday
Or healing in miracle's
Form, which never comes
Look inside the mind
Of one like this
See the reasons why
Some don't deserve to live?
Now see the reasons why
Some don't deserve to die
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.