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Falling


Falling

I remember the big bright red sun covering the horizon

like a beautiful blanket in the sky

relecting like diamonds in my eyes

and everything made sense and everything was okay

but only for a second, only on that day

the world seemed so big and wonderful

but in reality and in morality

its actually only evil and destruction

and no one can reconstruct

because we're falling and we're falling

and no one can help us up

the caliginous world seems faded

when really we're all just trying to make our mark

to get to the front, to make it to the top

when in the end, we will be the end

but what if the end isn't the end

what if the end is just the beginning

but in the beginning we're just falling and falling

and there's no way out

because there's no doubt

we must pay for our mistakes

or we will drown out

without someone to tell us we were wrong

because everyone is wrong

and our fight is lifelong

but what if life isn't long

what if we're going no where

just back and forth like a ping pong

but then we're just falling and falling

hoping, praying someone will pick us up

because the world is graying and graying

and evils saying just to let go

but we're falling

the world opens up its arms and reaches for us

but we're too ignorant to take its hand

its the worlds arms that causes us to fall

its the worlds arms that gives us that final push right over the dark edge

its the worlds arms that puts us on the wheel of life

we dig and dig for a way out

but we're right were we started

alone

afraid

resentful

the worlds cold core closes

the bleak black charcoal skies close in and then we're cornered

without anyone to help us then

why is it that no one helps us when we need it

don't our needs count

then answer is always "of course not"

we mask the pain and suffering with a smile that says "its okay"

but what if its not okay

children are growing up too fast these days

or maybe the lack of

imagine its your birthday

13 years old and having to tell your mother she will be a grandmother

the tears she cries

because she knows there is now a gravestone where your life lies

12 years old

choosing to lose your innocence

in that moment the cold world seems its coldest

you curl into a ball while your 18 year old boyfriend gets a smoke

and the world falls a little more

11 years old

hiding behind the railroad tracks

choking on the smoke filling your lungs

but you're too young

they're all too young

we're all on a fast track

if we're not strung out then we're hung out

this world keeps falling and falling

we pray to God, asking him for a way out

but there is no way out

thats when we find out own way out

almost a million people commit suicide every year

we compose lies that cover up the truth

when the truth will set you free

resentment

regret

the silhouette of your past is a ball chained to your leg

restraining you from moving on

feeling like you're never moving on

always a step behing

always a second late

confined in a box with no holes

slowing falling a little deeper into despair

comparing everything to what could have been

to what would have been

what has this world come to

when a mother buries her 10 year old daughter

who took her own life

because of the black skies

drowning out her bright light

because even the brightest lights eventually fade out

some are stronger than others

some can hold on longer than others

but when the walls are closing in

we all just keep on falling and falling

parents walk without children

children walk without parents

both just looking for someone to love them

but what if love doesn't exist

we dismiss the lies to get to the truth

but we don't want to hear the truth

we only want to hear what we want to hear

and although we can't bare the truth

the truth is

we're all standing on the edge

praying we don't slip into the deep dark abyss

because then we'd start falling

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.04.2013

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