i'd lift a hand as a volunteer to go the damned place called hell..

i know no one would dare follow for all is afraid...
..afraid to die and part from everybody they know or whomever they are linked to.

when hope is nowhere to be found, be my guest and lead me right to it.

grab my hand if you will.
embrace me and pull my sanity back if you can.
my soul can't find peace to rest with all the twist everybody's throwing flat on my face.

i lost my light..
i'm losing my life,
my will to live..

patience may be a virtue but 'til when must one wait to achieve his goal?

is it when he'll wake up one day realizing that what he's trying to achieve can no longer be met?

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