Forever tied in knots of pain,
conscience burdened by many a stain;
undone by a restive heart,
many a road, but never a start;
Crazy sharp winds in my head,
this strange voyage just doesn't end;
to many head winds and against the tide,
still I spread my net endless wide;
A silhouette in the darkened grey air,
the ethereal the real the flaming hair;
a halo and the shine of diamonds in those eyes,
an angel, at last heard these silent cries;
See through my porcelain soul,
for everything that's in there foul;
hear this strain of melancholy for once,
played with loves one last ounce;
lips utter the blasphemous unsaid,
hearts blood in my eyes unshed;
Alas the words come out without a sound;
This long hard road I traverse alone,
unbeknown that prayers too need to be said;
Angel will I ever know,
that light did shine once upon my soul;
oh how I seek redemption now,
tell me in your crazy world;
if the crazed ever understood the unsaid?
