And the past shall to rise…

Yeah yeah I know, I’m late. I’m stressed to the point of an ulcer and I have writers block. But who cares? Not me…at least not much longer.

Give your heart to a stranger
Turn your back on a friend
Walk away, unafraid of the end
Hang the day on a promise
Breaking overhead
The pieces fall, they haven’t cut me yet
Dare me to watch your moon
Disappear into a trembling night
The end could feel allright

Through a window, open every door
No use holding on

Now you are a stranger
We’ll never talk again
But you’re everywhere, all we could’ve been
Whatever I hoped to find
The answer or the perfect lie
I let it pass me by

We share the pain, some rise again
Let me be
Released