Through A Strangers Cry

Cry,
release me to the wind;
through fifty shades of grey,
I'm halfway gone by the seven sea's;
traveling through fifty shades of chrome,
every season changes with the fall,
and I've learned to let go before I bleed,
by the end of it all, what would you see?
We're strangers in the silence,
hesitating to speak one word of wisdom,
cursing under my breath as I feel a little lost,
my heart is the lonely loss;
a lonesome stranger in my company,
I lose it all in the rain where I've learned to let go,
Cry,
my tears fall from eye to eye;
senseless and shameless,
the only choice is to let go through hope and faith;
even if I'm a little catastrophic in my bones;
so, I'm the last to let go,
I've lost it all to the stranger inside, lone,
crying through a strangers eyes,
in the irony of it all;
the stranger played by the fool gets the last laugh in a black and white photograph,
I've learned to let go within the season's fall,
so, leave me here,
we're strangers eye to eye,
lies sown with red lips,
Poseidon's waves can only crash and burn,
leave me lain and rested here.