What A Day
I traveled again in mind today remembering what she said
Guilty as above and they could’ve left me for dead.
Now I fade in the grey holding on to the day grant it to me please.
I’m turning old and I know one day I’ll go and I’m bent on my knees.
One more time is what I hope for and one more time is what I need.
Giving everything I could to do to change the way I see.
So why is my mind trying to paralyze me in a way that shouldn’t exist.
Always teasing me to what a man could never resist.
Like the innocence of a naked angel in the garden and I steal a kiss.
Breathing never more and what the hell am I looking like this?
I exhale the day and close my eyes and pray for some reprieve.
Somehow though I know the Devil has something else up his sleeve.
I want to run away from these things but I know I can never really leave.
So every day this is what I do before I fall silently calmly so suddenly asleep.
