The sun slowly rises to cross,
the rays beam on, one by one,
the lack there of an unmeasurable loss,
the promise of the sun.

You say,"I am here",
in your warmth you touch me,

To stand in all His Glory,
which is all His to shine,
never have to worry,
with Him all is fine.

To stand in all His Might,
making choices in the way,
to fight the good fight,

They say "your going to hell",
Its not even judgment day.
They want you to buy what they sell,
but never give inless you pay.
Who the hell are they anyway,

The windows to our soul,
the way for us to see,
the real deeper you,
the real deeper me.

Looking through the window,
hatred may be what you find.
Hurt, fear, no connection here.

The world of the dead,
in no one place said,
the unseen world of the spirit,
sad no one wants to hear it.
The murder of the body dose not compare,
to the dieing spirits despair,

The truth will set you free,
can I get in touch with the truth about me?
Will I get in touch with my heart?
Dig deep through the layers to the true part?
Fears keep me from going there,

To find comfort in pain,
wisdom first I must gain.
Dieing daily to be alive,
having joy I'm worth being tried.

Sadness it seems is apart of me,
deep in my eyes you can see.

Just be here today,
yesterday is gone,
it's alright there is a way,
to just be here today.

Tomorrow is not here,
no need to wonder away,
the future is never clear,
so just be here today.

A true heart without resistance,
longing for one so pure,
giving one's self without resistance,
for my sad soul this is the cure.

For true love is a connection,
from my eyes to your eyes,

Spoken out loud again,
words from me to you I send,
reminded of their tragic end,
sadness in the eye's of a friend.

Spoken outloud again,
word's are spoken in such a way,

Thoughts of mine have caused aggravation,

I'll be happy to share my inner situation,

the greatest thing for me is true communication,

the lack of this you see,a major complication.

Thing's are not as they seem,
A war is on the rise,
reality is but a dream,
many block out the cries.

Thing's are not as they are,
the battle goes on secretly,
with each wound, each scar,

The blood that runs through my veins,
comes from a family that was insane,
a genetic curse, some families bare,
some bloodlines many people share,
as one steps to take a look,

In the eyes of you I See,
on the curve asking for money,
walking around to find a place to be,
drinking pain away,while sharing with me.

Eyes wide open, again feeling able,
looking forward to a happier place.
Dismiss a fear of becoming unstable,
standing firm as I state my case.

Eyes wide open, again seeing clear,