Sometimes I wish I would have stayed
But now I turn and my skies are grey
There's a field of roses I can't go back
I would trade it all to regain what I lack
Reaching out I grab only sand
With a specks of blood from my hand
And clean my wounds with glass
Everyday that's where I'm at
So tell me the secret to eternal youth
And I'd gladly toss it assunder
For being a child does nothing more
Than create the rain and thunder
I wonder what it would be like
If the world stood on its end
Silent and whithering heights
So the ending can begin
Sometimes I wish I would have stayed
In the prison by the sea
At least there'd be peace
At least there's only me
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