Fractions and fragments...
Of people are we...
Tears fill our eyes...
Broken hearts on our sleeves...
Thread-bare souls...
Inside these frames...
Searching for... something,
Outside of these games...
Seeking our ways,
Dreaming our dreams...
But nothing is ever...
Just quite as it seems...
Yet, wish upon wish...
We hold out our hope...
Ask strength for the moment...
The strength just to cope...
And still we're so fragile...
So broken with ease...
Reaching out through the pain...
For a hand, if you please...
Or perhaps to feel wanted,
To feel loved, not alone...
To finally know someone,
Not a place, as our home...
To finally be welcomed...
To just simply... be...
Who it is that we are...
Our unequivocal "me"...
But ere that day dawns...
We'll continue to die...
Ever saying we live,
Knowing we live but a lie...
And so we'll continue...
Through our days just the same...
These thorns ever-present...
And so always in... pain.
Namárië,
Lamar
