Things not done, places forgotten to go,
Friends make it hard; worlds coming down on me
Depression comes in and it blinds what we know,
Things come down to grant us more agoney...
Fustrations arise, things lost, things not done,
Thoughts lost in the space of misery,
And all of these things make our spirits run,
To a place that is our sanctuary...
Our heart unconsiousely guides to saftey,
The tide of misery, must leave our blood,
And all is to find that one place away from misery
And we embrace our hurt with our love...
Time after time, pain comes back again,
But with that one person it goes away,
And it creates a goal within our self to look in,
And that is to live with that person every day...
That one goal inside of your self you see,
That one place that takes you away from pain,
That one place in life that your again happy,
That one place that is calling our hearts name,
Whatever you do don't give into that darkness.