It holds the breath, the flowing of the red.
Keeping you sane, in that muddy bed.
Holding all strings, before it tears apart.
Deep within the shady crust, it's your heart.
It tears your soul, it's crumbled and worne.
As it kills your being, in silence you mourn.
And when you're broken, you try to hold on.
To what you once were, till you realize it's gone.
Heartbeats that beat, in despair and fear.
The path turns and folds, answers unclear.
Every second that passes, the sound is now past.
Savor your moments, survive till you can last.
The clock ticks on, it's almost the end.
Hopes are shattered, time shall mend.
Lift up your heart, in shame and disgust.
It's time you repent; you should,you must.
Believe in everything, remember your place.
Look from the eyes now, look back into your days.
Walk back to seek truth, through the field of innocence.
Find the answers, with every heartbeat that's still present.
And in that muddy bed, of your prism world.
Answers you'll find, as moments you unfurl.
And soon you'll return to the field of innocence.
The red will flow, as your heart beats again.
