Many, many a times
the skies , oh the skies
it engulfs the world with a stillness only it can provide
rushing, oh the rushing
of the cold and brutal wind
within my soul
yet only the healing can begin
I know what it is coming true
I remember when the sky was young and blue
But now the world is cold and red
with nothing but the crashing wave ahead
I feel like all I've done is become the dead
with all I touch
it becomes something else
not something old
but something new
We reach for what we've lost
no matter what it costs
Fear isn't something we turn to but simply give into
All thats left is the sweet sound of truth
even when the lies look us in the face
we can stand still and drown in this space
or we can move and change