Footprints of those who are lost,
Lay upon the shore of the waters edge...

A feeling that's unknown,
A substance that's been abused...

Plate piled high with problems,
Yours, hers and mine too...

Addicted and clinging to
An aid that helps the sick and injured...

Stepping on what used to me,
A life, a living creature...

Confined in a small, unique space,
With everything feeling like a whirl...

Shapes and disfigured pictures,
All a figment of my imagination...

Hands clenched onto anything in sight,
This life has made a mess out of me...

Flat, just lying there,
Am I still kicking...

Rolling stones down the hills,
Emotions falling to a subtle grave...

Open up my eagle eyes,
Soaring before the opportunity...

I will never be with you,
I will never be able to smile...