My soul cries and sheds tears of fears that no one sees
But the pain is tearing me up inside and where I reside
I have to mask all emotion
So the only tears that come from these green eyes find their place and lie
Upon my pillow only at night
A time when I am alone, although always lonely
Either I’m transforming in an invisible cocoon, or I’m dying slowly
Or are these one in the same?
Because to become the new, the old has to die
But either way, I think I’m fighting truth, or so I try
Somehow resisting change, but crying out for the same
Fighting the onset of the very thing I am seeking
Polluted mentalities from realities only seen by two eyes
Truth lies in one’s perception and I seem to have closed my third eye
I seemed to have covered my ears
No longer hearing the truth spoken by the only one who has the power to change anything
Only hearing life and pain,
Ignoring the voice of Him – who is above all things
But His reality is more real than our dismal existence
Just impossible for our feeble minds to comprehend
Contradicting myself in one statement
Or many times in a rhyme
But the oppositions are truths,
Transitioning by what is believed
Truth is perception
It’s just a matter of what one chooses to believe.
lolamarya
April 4, 2006
But the pain is tearing me up inside and where I reside
I have to mask all emotion
So the only tears that come from these green eyes find their place and lie
Upon my pillow only at night
A time when I am alone, although always lonely
Either I’m transforming in an invisible cocoon, or I’m dying slowly
Or are these one in the same?
Because to become the new, the old has to die
But either way, I think I’m fighting truth, or so I try
Somehow resisting change, but crying out for the same
Fighting the onset of the very thing I am seeking
Polluted mentalities from realities only seen by two eyes
Truth lies in one’s perception and I seem to have closed my third eye
I seemed to have covered my ears
No longer hearing the truth spoken by the only one who has the power to change anything
Only hearing life and pain,
Ignoring the voice of Him – who is above all things
But His reality is more real than our dismal existence
Just impossible for our feeble minds to comprehend
Contradicting myself in one statement
Or many times in a rhyme
But the oppositions are truths,
Transitioning by what is believed
Truth is perception
It’s just a matter of what one chooses to believe.
lolamarya
April 4, 2006