Here it goes. Finding Home.
*Note*: I just got done listening to Counting Crows only recording of August and Everything After before writing this.*
I've wanted to look into those bright brown eye's for so long,
Myself, I still can't seem to find
Everyday I think that my life withers away one way and is gone
While the next, I look into the eyes of a bright blue-eyed girl.
Questioning every action I take, among life itself and that love gold mine
Unable to figure out the true actions a stormy cloud can take
While following among the footsteps of god looking for that relief
I look upon those gray buildings finding myself
Raining upon me is the desperation of an arm one cannot obtain
The body of music and love, in which not god himself can truly believe
I stare upon you, knowing that she is out there somewhere else
Playing with her toys and using excuses to find out who she really is.
In the doorsteps I hear that she was once a true woman
She was free and beautiful, untouched by the life and love of others
Listening to the sound of cries, my heart falls apart
The only remaining part of myself is the reliance of future life
With everything, I see her looking over me
But I don't see her, Instead I see the sky
The sky that should be filled with the joy of another ones joy
Emotions cower in my bed while fear resides in my ceiling
Staring back at me, whispering to me what to cry out in my sleep
As everything else is hiding in the basement
Clawing it's way out.