Did we really think we could?

I think its kinda funny. But
its really sort of sad.
The way I let the strangers carry
all I know is bad.
Dim lit streets become the home there
when we can't find where to go.
I was living with a ghost, a threat,
and it's still all I know.
The noise grows ever violent
and my mind fogs up with rage.
But still I stand, so silent,
letting motions turn the page.
And I will not fight. I cannot fight.
But he's still fighting with his might.
We used to know just what that's like.
But no more do we see a reason.
We'll pity though, he's failing cause.
His heart will crush within the season.
We know because we once were there.
And we tried so hard to look around
to find the hand we thought could save.
But our faces ended up to the ground.
And now it's colder than the snow
the way we try to learn and grow.
Held back and away from fate and light
to see a faulty, man made night.
There was no theif. It was not I.
They built you up upon a lie.
I cannot save him, nor save me.
But maybe what was meant to be
was us. Alone. Walking with danger.
Putting our hearts on the shoulders
of passing strangers.

Well, The Words Are Hidden Now.

The key thats shut my words away
Lost in blue, but not in day
and never to be found again.
Person to person, friend to friend
But mine...alone. Homeless
but not yet brainless, I think.
Remove every bit of blue from my mind.
They said, I try. I do and all
is vanishing in a blurr.
A blurr of color, or lack there of.
Inevitably unstill.
I live with ghosts and I live with danger.
And nobody will see
Nobody will hear or read
the warning words.
The storm is coming.
It whispers and sends chills up my spine.
Where are you?
And where am I?
And how can it be
that nobody can see inside anymore?
The mirrors have been taken down
so the soul has no reflection.
No sign or hint of existance
so it fades.
Into my nights, my shades of blue and gray,
and gone.

So, And Finally, Learned.

I'll speak of being...
silent and still.
Something my will knows not of
but is learning.
Do you....can you know?
All the implications I have lifted
and allowed myself to open and learned.
So much....so often.
Every day now.
My prayers keep marking the hours
with a faith I'd long since thought
might vanish.
Oh, how it astonishes me
that I could find such a star as this.
The lessons I'd forgotten
or never could learn
are all so easy now. So real.
Maybe the fault was not my own
but the teachers I'd chosen.
When really I cannot be taught
by anyone, lest
they're being taught by the greatest teacher of all.
Faith, blinding almost, but in the greatest way.
And if you don't believe you've taught me anything,
just know
you need no more proof than knowing
that my faith has been built
restored, and strengthened.
And everything else will follow.

An Open Door

You know, someday-and it'll come-
when whats behind the frozen door
becomes unfroze by light of life
and lays there, newly on the floor.

I've always been of just such pace
that my door never was to lock;
Just swung wide open in its place
to turn inside, or turn to mock.

The wind flies in. The winter too.
As I, unhinged, remain awake
and leave my door wide open still.
All for your close-heard footsteps sake.

I know not where to find a key.
But key's get lost. And maybe then
the only way left to unlock
is by the light of an open friend.

We sigh and question where to start.
But I'll be real here, in the end.
My door is open; like my heart.
So yours can open up and mend.

This Is What We Are.

I have no more words tonight.
What once existed as color in print
now exists in black and white.
And, you'd find it dull.
But I know the truth.
The entire story of stolen youth.
Of fighting and loving, and learning to stand.
Of being alone when you needed a hand.
Of helping and healing, but holding things back.
Of giving all you've got, when there's things you still lack.
Of wondering and wishing for things that aren't real.
Of times when the world has forced you to steal.
Of the smiles you faked till they became true.
Of the days when you question if you even knew you.
Of running so far, losing all of your breath.
Of giving and saving till you have nothing left.
And when everythings gone,
nothings left in between.
We've done all that we could
and know all that we've seen.
Well we'll still keep on running
till we're long out of breath.
Yeah, we'll still be giving and saving
till we've got nothing left.