A powerful word, most would agree
To start a war or restrict the free
It's easy to take if the justification is there
Or better yet, if you just don't care.
But when it's held like a dagger to the throat,
I hope to God I just don't choke
On the blood gurgling out like water from a spout
A red river of memories all spurting out.
But only happy ones of course,
The ones that make you want to scream and shout!
To escape the loud voices that fill my head
Confusing me to the point to where I wish I was dead
No longer afraid of the end I watch as the tunnel closes in
The light diminishes and I just can't seem to win
The race, it appears, I'll always lose
So desperate and lonely I remember the booze
But I know I can't choose such a terrible drug
Because it'll only make me feel as if I've caught a flu bug.
So then what else is there to be done?
But move on and try having a little fun
Which is always easier said then done.
So I sit here with all this knowledge flowing between my ears
And I just want to forget all these old fears
That I'd since buried but now seep to the surface
Making me loose my sense of purpose.
So again I cry out hoping someone will understand
That I've lost sight of the master plan,
The grand design, my place in all of this,
And all I want is to feel his sweet kiss
Just to forget about all of this.
