Turning Inward   





Turning in, what else am I?  

*Through your game what else I'm doing.* 

Pondering a world of hope.  

Watching the flying doves. 

But, say farewell to faith  

And tomorrow's dream of life  

'Cause merely today is  

The day that I will die. 

 

So don't forget me  

If we don't make it,  

'Cause I'm so scared. 

Standing naked. 

 

Maybe one day I'll figure out  

What is going on inside.  

My kind grows so angry. 

Sometimes feels good to cry. 

And, can you feel the void between us? 

I guess I'm the one to blame for this. 

Maybe one day we'll meet again, 

Losing our self in the seas. 

 

The sea is left. 

 

Don't forget me  

If we don't make it,  

'Cause I'm so scared. 

Standing naked. 

 

And I can't feel the pain  

Of this world and want to  

Become as wide as 

The *shy and* forest. 

 

Just one last caress  

Of a Pacific. 

We can be one tonight  

Through the pain and the fight. 

 

Turning inward 'cause of you. 

Sometimes the ones we heal 

*Are piled up* of the rest. 

Two words unable to mesh. 

So let your face devour our dead skin  

Leaving us fresh and free from old sin. 

Maybe we'll have one last caress  

Like it will be our last breath, so - 

 

Don't forget me  

If we don't make it,  

'Cause I'm so scared. 

Standing naked. 

 

And I can't feel the pain  

Of this world and want to  

Become as wide as 

The *shy and* forest. 

 

Just one last caress  

Of a Pacific. 

We can be one tonight  

Through the pain and this fright. 

 

 

   bryan_vanoosten@hotmail.com