Imagine a hidden world in our souls.
The place where we run to when we've lost our goals,
Lost our love and our dreams.
Life is never what it seems.
But when we're in this suicidal stage,
This world opens and starts a new page.
Of where we can start a brand new day,
Combined with tomorrow and yesterday:
I fell through the door in my mind.
All my life I struggled for what I left behind.
A mouthful of childhood memories that drifted by.
But because I grew up, I opened my eyes.
They say when that door shuts there’s still a window,
I look out and the Earth is far below.
Standing in a dark pool of despair,
Now a black cloaked angel in the air.
50 thousand feet and God snapped my wings,
I floated down like a puppet on strings.
The atheist that now roams this Earth,
More afraid of what I’m worth.
I hurt myself. The fault belongs to me.
I shut myself out of reality
