Survive.
How do you think I live everyday?
Survival…
Based on?
Love.
Music.
Air.
God.
The love that still remains
Pulsing through our very veins
Our hearts beating as a drum to a musical
Where we have to breathe in air
To continue to sing
Our God
Lifting his hands
To save us from this very
Teenage wasteland.
As our blood bleeds gray,
And we come to a halt,
I call this miserable state of mind.
Pessimism
Lord, I call it quits.
I need to know that it will end
The love that still remains
Beats slowly
In the place of blood
Happiness
It’s replaced our hate
We love,
But only at our best.
Our best;
Trying to take the edge of the
Sharp pain
Our clotted blood leaves
When our heart fails to continue beating
Dear Lord,
Why are you letting this,
Happen to me?
I am your child
Am I not?
So why can't you
Help me see my way
Through this unclear path
Tears blurring our vision
Unable to see through them
Following where our heart wanders to
Letting our undeveloped minds fall behind,
As the path disappears,
As our fear begins to unwind
I'm afraid.
Although with no failure to admit,
Father I need you for this.
I know you love me,
And I know you love her
But don't you understand?
She doesn’t know.
Can you hold her,
Since I cant right now?
Can you take her hand?
Show her,
That as the music stops,
You remain,
Show her you're there,
Un-cloud the tears,
Pick her up,
Erase her fear,
Answer her prayer...
All she is asking is for you to HEAR HER
Her stereo speakers have broken
And her music has lost all past meaning
Please heavenly father show her
That you can and will
Hold her,
Stop her unstoppable tears
Make her unafraid of what will happen the next day
All she asks father
Is to show her you're actually there,
Give her heart what it needs,
Show her,
How she survives.
"How do you live?"
Survival,
Based on?
The life we proved to have unfavorable conditions,
The pasts we shed in time,
And everything in life,
That our heart wants to find.
Survival…
Based on?
Love.
Music.
Air.
God.
The love that still remains
Pulsing through our very veins
Our hearts beating as a drum to a musical
Where we have to breathe in air
To continue to sing
Our God
Lifting his hands
To save us from this very
Teenage wasteland.
As our blood bleeds gray,
And we come to a halt,
I call this miserable state of mind.
Pessimism
Lord, I call it quits.
I need to know that it will end
The love that still remains
Beats slowly
In the place of blood
Happiness
It’s replaced our hate
We love,
But only at our best.
Our best;
Trying to take the edge of the
Sharp pain
Our clotted blood leaves
When our heart fails to continue beating
Dear Lord,
Why are you letting this,
Happen to me?
I am your child
Am I not?
So why can't you
Help me see my way
Through this unclear path
Tears blurring our vision
Unable to see through them
Following where our heart wanders to
Letting our undeveloped minds fall behind,
As the path disappears,
As our fear begins to unwind
I'm afraid.
Although with no failure to admit,
Father I need you for this.
I know you love me,
And I know you love her
But don't you understand?
She doesn’t know.
Can you hold her,
Since I cant right now?
Can you take her hand?
Show her,
That as the music stops,
You remain,
Show her you're there,
Un-cloud the tears,
Pick her up,
Erase her fear,
Answer her prayer...
All she is asking is for you to HEAR HER
Her stereo speakers have broken
And her music has lost all past meaning
Please heavenly father show her
That you can and will
Hold her,
Stop her unstoppable tears
Make her unafraid of what will happen the next day
All she asks father
Is to show her you're actually there,
Give her heart what it needs,
Show her,
How she survives.
"How do you live?"
Survival,
Based on?
The life we proved to have unfavorable conditions,
The pasts we shed in time,
And everything in life,
That our heart wants to find.
♠ ♠ ♠
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