Through the dark we fear the worst
We want the world so bright
We shroud our minds with foolish thoughts
And are blinded by the light.
Mixed in the breeze of April dusk winds
Floating high above
A sweetened melody seeps in all around
It must be a saxophone love.
The perfect child she has become
A mask to show the world
She smiles and seems to everyone
The perfect and happy girl.
To Emily these words are for you
Whenever your spark drops quite low
When all that you think is at the end
Here are some things you need to know.
Beyond the darken shadows
Of a cold abandon alley
Lurks the masterpieces kept in time
The city's homemade gallery.
A wedding day for the bride
Is a time of treasured bliss
A thing she dreamed of as a girl
Nothing would be better than this.
They see the world in black and white
Together they travel near
A cycle they must take ahead
For alone they truly fear.
Broken mirror with glass all shattered
Knowing it would never matter
Losing your own reflection
From life's true rejection.
Sitting in my darkest hours
Bruised and scorned with pain
I only stop in my tracks
And pray for it to rain.