Can you see far away you've gone?
You've tucked yourself away,
far back into the darkness' recess.
We're still searching so hard for you,
to take you by the hand,
guide you back to us.
Can you feel how cold you are?
Fighting so hard it seems you've
forgotten how to breathe.
We're here for you,
waiting still for
the moment you step to the fire,
for the moment you glance back at us.
Can you hear the roaring emptiness?
It's echoing so loud now,
ever since you kicked the world away;
heart so guarded,
mind so jaded
soul so jagged.
The faded pain is still agonizingly sharp.
It's okay to turn away.
Can you taste your self-imposed oppression?
Bittersweet and tart,
I can't imagine how
you swallow the glass each day.
Your throat must be sore by now --
crystallized edges go down so easily.
Here we are under your casted silver sky.
It's still gonna rain today,
still gonna thunder today ...
but we're still waiting still for you,
numb in our places but not yet frozen.
We're not yet like you.