She said, whys it like this
unseen for what it is
Why do we remain without objection?
Answers so obvious
but why is it just to us?
When to most it offers no reflection
Is there anyone else alive out there?
Bring it to me!
I wanna know what it takes
to wake from this nightmare
What of those of us who can see
Are we something different?
Or are we to lead, define and belive in.
All the fallen ones.
We have the gift of breath
of thought and of memory
But what has no price can not be valued
I could not close my eyes
and not see what it means
And what is worse, I cant explain it to you
I dont just see it
I know, believe it
