DeaD|PoeT
02-01-2009, 12:43 PM
My mind lay crazy among your bed, was nothing simple in side my head
All those demons breaking me down, no place to low not even a ground.
But here today ill take this stand, move foreword and take your hand.
Hold my own and walk this path, life is numbers made up from math.
All those walls that hold me in, bound my pain and all my sin.
Simple words that cut and scar make the person and who you are.
Yet there is a time for end, those words are gone, so let it mend
Your heart is true and strong as light, The things will work you know whats right.
All those demons breaking me down, no place to low not even a ground.
But here today ill take this stand, move foreword and take your hand.
Hold my own and walk this path, life is numbers made up from math.
All those walls that hold me in, bound my pain and all my sin.
Simple words that cut and scar make the person and who you are.
Yet there is a time for end, those words are gone, so let it mend
Your heart is true and strong as light, The things will work you know whats right.