Manic feelings trying to settle, being adrift in the somber surroundings delicate as a petal.
Getting out of here is the task at hand, but I do not know where I actually am.
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Out Of Somberness Can Come Peace
Manic feelings trying to settle, being adrift in the somber surroundings delicate as a petal.
Getting out of here is the task at hand, but I do not know where I actually am.
Scenery moves at a steady pace, the wind from the mountains stinging my face.
Wiping the fears away seems harder with each step, how far they dwell down I don't know the depth.
Shaking the webs that are clinging so hard, for much too long i've held up this guard.
My strength it buckles under the sun, and I realize now what i've become.
What once was strength is now weakness, but now I am done with all this meekness.
To gain back which once was mine, I will travel down the path until I shine.
Throw all that sorrow back from where it came, I will take back myself, take back my name.
Manic feelings trying to settle, I sting them away like the wild grown nettle.
I have escaped this wicked mind prison, like a phoenix from the ash, I now have risen.