Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Smoke and Mirrors
Smoke and mirrors: it basically means to trick or deceive. I wrote this song about a month ago after a week full of hurt and a glimpse at something beautiful. It still needs some work, but I hope you like it!Rainbows in December cast light
on everything we know.
The dark clouds rolling in are as green as trees
and all things are new and innocent.
This weekday revelation seems out of place
but it's another tick in the box, all the same:
and when everything around you is everything you hate
strength is your only weapon and even that won't hold out forever.
You see the thing that hurts the most
but still hold on the every hope
You think that it will come again,
but in your heart it's been the end.
But maybe not all is lost
and that is your fuel.
Holding on gets you by day to day
but it still takes its toll
There's no easy way out, it's always
lurking in the back of your mind.
So where to go from here?
There's nowhere now: leaving it all is the easiest option
It hurts to think about
Talking through smoke and mirrors, but it's still there
and it still hurts to hear
Baby, it still hurts to hear.
You see the thing that hurts the most
but still hold on to every hope;
You think that it will come again
but in your heart, it's been the end.
Falling down
but just inside
A steel facade
look in my eyes:
you'll see my heart
or its remains
That's what I want--
freedom from your pain
I see the thing that hurts the most
I still hold on the slightest hope
I wish that you would come again
But my heart knows it's been the end
It's been the end...
Labels: Poetry
Erika on 8:08 PM
