han-han / Jan 23 2010 13.20

 

My eyes are open,

But still its dark,

Afraid of what everyone else might say.

Cos in the future, the only thing left , a mark.

Playing in an overgrown feild,

I see everyone but ,I,

The callings from the winds above let out one huge sigh.

I will be gone forever,

I will be gone you'll see,

No longer inviting friends round,

Nor having them for tea.

It's a sad and destructive world,

Where hurtful things are done,

But on those summer days,

Heres where we used to run.

So Christ is calling out to me,

At this moment I shall go,

I'm sorry to leave you all alone,

But I'm telling you I love you so.