to believe, or not to believe

quiet, you're hurting
wandering around
head facing downward
pain, pain, pain
with blood running down your blind, forsaken eyes
with scars on your back,
covered with lies

singing softly a song
you no longer love
unaware of those reaching out to hear your melodies

all alone, and far away
tossed about in some drowning sea
closing the door
locking the heart
frozen in time

quiet, you're hurting
wandering around
head facing downward
...
with blood running down your blind forsaken eyes
with scars on your back,
covered with lies

blinded you are by the love that could be yours
capabilities and expectations have blurried your vision
icicles killed and bodies ripped apart
all the pain you can imagine
fallen, beaten, spit on and called out
dragged, let down, broken and left

old soul, find youth.