It shone with the beauty that you could see,
   The light blinding you again,
How it can be seen by the one crying,
   Nothing yet seems to be dieing,
Why do you torture the obsence,
   When it just wants your respect,
Hidding in the shadows it comes forward,
   However you see it, no matter why, it works,
Why can't you accept you lost,
   To another, just a strong as you,
They came up without catuation,
   Finding you, then it shone another start,
Just before the first one was known.

I was skipping down the street,
Everything was clean and right,
Why it seemed wrong,
It wasn't meant to be,
Things were in the wrong place,
Nothing but the vans passing by,
It seemed that I wanted to be last,
The street grew ever long,
Then came a horrible Blight,
And at the house, was only a light.

There was an old chair,
   It seemed to be made of wood,
While the old man rocked,
   It started to creak,
He got up and greased it,
   It had rot on the side,
He left it out in the street,
   Then the child looked outside and said,
"How come we treat old people that way?"

Hidding in a tree,
I see another try,
He stumbles having trouble,
Just running away,
They all laugh,
Then how they cried,
Suffocating by the howls,
Then they move on,
But I'm still here, watching,
Waiting for myself to be found

It swayed in the oddest way,
Each limb going the opposite of another,
Tangled in its own thoughts it fell,
All it caught under it was forever gone,
Each time something new presented itself it would reach out,
Grabbing anything it could,
It was like a tank,
But now we can all ask,
Why give it that power?

Everything can be confused,
All that can be formed can be lost,
What we want to see can always destroy,
But in the end it all has a source,
That source never shows itself,
Till the time is right,
Then everyone looks the other way,
As if it is the same,
But they will still ask why?,
And they've already lost the answer.

Asked to save us again from a fate we never saw,
We turn our heads to the other we saw,
In the last cry heard,
All we wanted was misunderstood,
It all fell away,
Leaving us miserable once again,
But how it all seems wrong,
Yet can be so right,
We never knew till we left without a fight.