My redding eyes will shut no more
And for last i am nearly gone
Nothing is capable of helping
Not in this situation so grim
And yet i seek and end
to a problem i do not have
Or do i have this problem spoke?
somewhere inside deep?
Or is it just my imagination
Prying at my poorly stated
Ramblings of my deteriorated mind
Nothing tells me so
But neither not so
What tells us of what we are?
Of the problems we have not
and those we indeed have?
What determines these factors so small?
The question asked from mans awakening...
Still silence falls upon my poorly stated mind..
Why does it have to be so complicated?
All being wound up in small bundles of hatred
Why must we hate that which we do not know?
What tells us of right or wrong? Left from right?
It is us and us alone.
Our decision have and always will be ours.
Though we might blame others,
and others might place it on us
We are all our own persons,
and in being that have our own blame
There are three sides to every story
And being that there are more
We will always ramble on of things,
Things of which we know, and those we dont
What tells us what we know and dont though?
Is it understanding details?
Or is it merely comprehending the name?
Everything spoken here has been mine and mine alone.
No one has spoken these words from my mouth
Only me for it is my mouth and mine alone.
You too have your own mouth
Speak by it as you wish, for what comes from it
Will be used by others.
There are three sides to every story,
No matter what context it is in.
There will always be hate
Love
Passion
Bias
No one can cloud these sides which are seen
for they are something not touched by humans,
they will forever live on in the history of man
Forever bearing the witness to so much
Never revealing any of which they have seen
Where will your mouth take you?
What story will you tell?
Know now....
Know forever..
And for last i am nearly gone
Nothing is capable of helping
Not in this situation so grim
And yet i seek and end
to a problem i do not have
Or do i have this problem spoke?
somewhere inside deep?
Or is it just my imagination
Prying at my poorly stated
Ramblings of my deteriorated mind
Nothing tells me so
But neither not so
What tells us of what we are?
Of the problems we have not
and those we indeed have?
What determines these factors so small?
The question asked from mans awakening...
Still silence falls upon my poorly stated mind..
Why does it have to be so complicated?
All being wound up in small bundles of hatred
Why must we hate that which we do not know?
What tells us of right or wrong? Left from right?
It is us and us alone.
Our decision have and always will be ours.
Though we might blame others,
and others might place it on us
We are all our own persons,
and in being that have our own blame
There are three sides to every story
And being that there are more
We will always ramble on of things,
Things of which we know, and those we dont
What tells us what we know and dont though?
Is it understanding details?
Or is it merely comprehending the name?
Everything spoken here has been mine and mine alone.
No one has spoken these words from my mouth
Only me for it is my mouth and mine alone.
You too have your own mouth
Speak by it as you wish, for what comes from it
Will be used by others.
There are three sides to every story,
No matter what context it is in.
There will always be hate
Love
Passion
Bias
No one can cloud these sides which are seen
for they are something not touched by humans,
they will forever live on in the history of man
Forever bearing the witness to so much
Never revealing any of which they have seen
Where will your mouth take you?
What story will you tell?
Know now....
Know forever..
