Ebb and Flow (Hollow)

We are the hollow men
Those without faces
Monochrome, silent, still
Standing, useless
Nothing but a waste of space
Nothing within
Empty
We are the hollow men

We are men of desire
Who long to be seen
Long to be heard
To love and be loved
Be remembered
Be at all
We are men that long to be full
To be alive
Be useful
We are men who strive for a purpose
We are men of desire

We are hollow men
Paralyzed in fear
Immobilized
The past follows us, as a ghost
Haunting and taunting until we hear nothing else
The pain, created, forces all else out
Leaves us nothing real
No substance
We are hollow men

We are men that bleed
We live, we breathe
We laugh and sing
We go through the motions
Praying someday
That lie will become truth
That the false becomes real
That it is more than paper tissue, colored red
That flows from our veins
That tears would flow
Praying that the heart will beat once more
So that we can again say that
We are men that bleed

We are the hollow men
The men in the world
The men of the world
That cannot see past it
Blinded and numb
Dumb and deaf
No sensation
No elation
Nothing save temptation
We are not here
We are not real
We are the hollow men

The echo of our screams
Resounds within the shell of our souls
The prayers seem too weak to reach the clouds
In hollow voices we chant and we cry
Tears with nothing to them
We fade away
Despite our pleas
We are gone
We are alone
We are hollow
We are afraid

We are the hollow men
Burned with desire
Longing to be whole
Substantial and real
Longing not just to exist
But to live
We're on our knees
The tears grow wet, fill up, are real
That blood flows
The heart beats
We are the sick, the injured men
We are being healed
We are the dead men
We are being made alive
And we are the hollow men
But with every breath
We are being made real
We are being filled