
Who We Where
Remember when our minds confused the lines of right and wrong that lingered deep with you in our thoughts
Questioning our actions when sin tempted us to see the world threw a broken glass
Shaded by lust
Discovering new worlds where we went, no map in hand just the wind to guide us in the journey of
Self-control
Contemplating the belief that we were free, yet you were always afraid of heights
Remember when your hands mended the shattered walls of my heart, in the presumption of a lie
Remember when you stole the sun hoping that the stars would be free
Or the time when you stared at the moon trying to prove that you were part of the tide and sea
Watching flowers bloom yet they were never right in our minds
Drowning penny’s on empty wishes that would make us feel whole
Remember how our tongs spit out empty shotgun casings as anger took control
Nails rustling with discomfort on a battel field not known to us yet it felt good
Or how you would lay with me keeping my soul warm from isolation
We became the ying and yang
Two half’s of a whole
You where always the one that took the lead like an angry storm and I the mountain
Always grounded how similes turned into endless laughter that had no reason than the fact that it was you
Or how every time I held you in my arms you kept telling me that you couldn’t breath
I could never let go.
Renumber who we were before the sense of amnesia kicked in and made you forget
But I’m still here, hand on yours like they’ve been glued together by time itself
Hoping that one day you’ll renumber who we are who we where
Back when the lands where wild and the wind free to roam, when tall trees fought to obtain light
When the blue wing birds became our alarms, that you always hated yet somehow understood
You’re the gravity that keeps me grounded the light that enters my cave
My body would wrap around yours making a shield to prevent you from leaving
Tears began to flood the dams I had created long ago, mind full with regret that it should have been me
So I stay with each fallen grey solder from my head to praying that some day
You’ll renumber who we are again