• I must confess that there is a lingering
    Feeling, that I can not hide

    All I want to do, is make a home, in my mind.

    This is a story, that will echo, for all eternity,

    As soon as you die, it replaces it's host.

    Transcending sorrow, claims it's immortality.

    Though, none are aware.but, many, it has infect.

    We can recognize this fate. How can we forget?

    I know this story all too well. For you see, I recognize it in myself.

    There is a weakness and a lingering strength, inside us all.

    It is difficult to tell which one will win.

    Tell me, where do I turn? Can you tell me where to go?

    Is there room in this earth, for someone who shares my soul.

    Are we to be the same? Can differences exist?

    Will the echo continue to scream in my absence?

    There are times I feel strong. But, the moments I regret, bring me many tears.

    It is hard to forget. When we see this in someone else, why do we turn cold?

    Can we learn to forgive ourselves, and just let go?

    I'm not mad for existing. I just feel, at times, I do not match.

    Many suffocate under the weight of social gravity.

    Is there a future for us all?

    Is there a future for us? Is there a future for me? Is it blurred, in a distant crowd?

    Because, the horizon is to far; and I'm afraid I can not reach.

    Won't someone hold my hand, or do I deserve to be?

    There is a strength, and lingering sadness, inside us. But, when we see it, we are cold.

    Why do we forget, or decline those most like us?

    Are we monsters, or are we human?

    Perhaps, it is because, we need to leech on others strength.

    In order to survive, some have learned to hate.

    Instead of finding hope, or a power that is great.

    There is weakness in us all. There is a lingering strength.


    Only you can decide which one wins, only you can settle your fate.


    Tell me, should I be like you? Or, can I be myself?

    Is there room enough for two. Is there space fore me to yell?

    Social gravity, my foe, can you learn to tolerate me?

    Should I reinvent myself, or can I learn to see?