To Get A Grip
Location
Sights of empty faces crawling on the fences
Who can reach fate with a license plate?
It's the long road of a sad soul
Where seeing is believing, seeing is for grieving
Hands out, fall down, landing ground, rest bound
Shouting for some silence, all it needs is guidance
Crying to the pavement, growing up in patience
Crashing into shadows
Everything is shallow
Try to pay attention
Never will they mention
All the empty dreams are swallowed
Purified and followed
Roads will come to endings and the end will start tomorrow
Hands out, fall down, touch ground, what now?
Breathing in a lost sense
Reaching for the sunset
What's gone was never borrowed
But it will go tomorrow
Driving for a dead cause will bring it to the last call
It has believed, now it will grieve
For itself.