When we wake up in the mourning there should be gifts to open and smiles of joy.
When we wake up in the mourning there should be life in our hearts and innocents in our souls.

Where will we go in this world? Its like a flip of a coin, you see the reflection of the sun flicker on its surface oscillating from bright to shadow, from dark to light, from warmth to cold. I feel the build up of this down fall while watching the suns warmth slip from my face. The night is upon me now and these city lights hide the stars light from this place. These city lights outshine my aspiration and bring me down to the edge of my own humanity.

When will this echo end? The timeless sound of the worlds ambients that makes life seem profound. When you are brought into this world you do not cry out of pain but the introduction to that one sound, that one frequency that reminds you that the worlds still the same. No matter how much we change the sound still stays the same and the time on the clock keeps the beat and the rhythm of life as it appears to fly by. (for nothing)

Lead me oh sun light although you hurt my eyes, although you make me blind, although the death inside. Show me the path to which I will find that mourning as a child when life was not measured by time. Life was measured in kisses and hugs, ice cream and cake, and those simple things that bring a smile to my face. When a tear was a tear but mom and dad could always take away those fears. When the world wasn't so complicated, it was just me, my blanket, and my panda teddy bear, and dreams that would make the most depressing thought wash away in its tide.

If happiness is measured in ignorance I wish to swim in its sea.
These thoughts and truths I've come to make me wish to forget what I've seen.