It’s a tear away world filled with points of beauty

We have to fight for light like it is our best duty

Too many long walks off of desperately short piers

We all need somebody to wipe away all the tears

To make things right even when they all seem wrong

It becomes impossible sometimes to fit and belong

But our quest to do so is something that is so winsome

We struggle to break surface in being smart not dumb

Wanting to somehow make all the right sorts of choices

In a media blitz of corrupted synch and too many voices

Did I hear someone say that you know we’re gonna win some

I ask because my losses seem to outnumber and I’m feeling dumb

Reaching for the sky, I stifle my cry as I fall to pieces

I miss you already I hear me say as I feel third person in my releases