Strong Words

Leave it up to my voice to go blank,
Washed with every lightness into the dark I knew
Lost, hopeful but so lost in these fields of sanity
I bring fire to these hills and hold the warmth
Desperate there’s a cry for life, but I lost the sound
Between the day and the sunrise lies a light,
It’s me and the sparks of this heavy fire
Long forgotten notes whisper throughout my hollow veins
And leave me nowhere but empty in the reality
The meaning of the words cut through, killing the former line
And holding onto the desire to be held against the light
Cover me in your embrace, lingering inside these stories
They don’t even seem to let go of me at all,
But willing to let the sound of my voice freeze inside this reality

If an echo is created silently, through the fog
Leaving a trace of sound throughout the waves
Killing every other sentence, placed wrong in thoughts
If my written words can be the storm kept quiet
My voice will guide this all through
Embraced with the strong words laying liquid in ink

Leave it up to my voice to go numb,
Scattered on this thin floor of ice I keep breaking
The cold seems to get in anyway and I see
My reflection up against the barren sky
Desperate there’s a cry for love, but I don’t hear the sound
Embraced with these ice crystals of life it’s frozen
And I keep on dancing around the snowflakes of these words
But reflect me the other way and the murmurs might lead them
And leave me nowhere but empty in the reality
Without any fear the words enter through lines silently,
Breaking every aspect of the story’s definition
They don’t seem to have a silent mind
And they will never let go of me at all
But willing to melt every murmur I ever formed

If a cold hollow shell is left here, through the ice
Leaving a trace of a former embrace known to mind
Killing every other heart, placed in wrong perceptions
If my written words can be the silent cold
My voice will get through this all
Embraced with the strong words laying liquid in ink

Leave it up to my voice to leave me quickly,
Lingering on these hills of fire, through the iced paths
And never embrace more words
Through the dark, even through fear lie my written words
If they can be the strength I can never be
They might move across paths so forlorn,
Leaving traces for an unheard voice to return to

If an echo is created with unknown words,
My written words will be the calming storm
Embraced with the strong words laying liquid in ink