'(Survivors) The Ones That Refuse To Die'

Sometimes I feel like somebody stopped the world
Froze the sins of yesterday
To my tongue and out my ears
And I believe there was a train to get us out of here
But someone failed to tell us all
Now I'm stuck between the concrete and the sand
And I can't believe my eyes anymore
I can only rely on my feet
To keep me moving toward tomorrow
And I still can't decide what's best for me
Should I stand and fight...
Or run away quickly like the years gone by?
The shadows make it hard to see your face
Can I remove the hair from you mouth?
So I can taste the sweetness of yesterday
Before everything went to Hell again
Before the missteps swallowed us whole
While your watching her lips, boy...
Her hands are writing the words to kill off your heart
And leave your soul gasping for hope
Take away all of the underlines and prepare to fall
Into the arms of sorrow
Solitude reborn
When will I ever be here again?
I must take every chance I can
Empty all this fear out of my veins
Don't speak unless you mean it
Because your words are like lightning against my skin
Keeping the hair on my arms standing
Like waves about to crash into shore
To take us all under
And maybe for good this time
Take a breath and follow-through
We're all too young to die
A world too optimistic
Our mother
We lie within her eyes
Watching over us until our train passes by once more
Riding into the sunset of our days
Smiling all the way
Back to a day when your arms were the only destination I cared to see
And your lips were my only way home.

© Justin Woodall, April 2010