Echoes through and through,
the steps into time still dry,
as the eye of a man without guilt
wandering the streets to die.
With the thoughts of whose saving
me and you once again
from the pain and the sorrows
and the endless sin.
Jumping through hoops ,
time after time,
not seeing the end,
to life's pointless rhyme.
The cares to us be,
so important it seems,
that what we see as needed,
is not what time deems.
For we trudge through the shadows,
that we make for ourselves,
picking up our dream pieces,
and putting onto shelves.
There they stay to collect,
like unwanted dust,
because we give them to no one,
no one can we trust.
You see, we don't know,
that the hardest part.
is not getting what we want
But is the giving of our heart.
So sacred this piece,
that is kept in our chest.
Locked away so strong,
away from the rest,
of the people we see,
and meet on the street,
lost and locked up tight,
with their hearts bruised and beat.
If we cant pull open,
our chest that contains,
the beat of our dream,
or what barely remains,
and give to the one,
that can make it all true;
we'll never get away.
We'll never pull through.
For it is not on our own
that our futures not grim.
But to sacrifice our wants,
To take off and follow him
Keeper of my dreams.
Lover of my heart.
I'll give you my life,

just show me where to start...