Looking For An Echo
by Patrick O'Leary, Toledo OH
Today was the first day I've lived
Tomorrow will be the first generation ended
I've sought after a fall
This isn't what you saw
Maybe I don't feel like speaking
I'd want to keep this thought and treasure it
Like a vivid massacred nightmare ending
I'd want this thought to burn, to transit
So maybe I could live another day
Raging on with impeccable demise
You never saw through my disguise
Does it feel good to know we're so temporary?
Let this thought burn down
Down inside of me
Trapped like a sickened frown
On a corpse full of weary blasphemy
Flanking to my mind
These voices slowly crawl tied down to a thought of shattered remorse
Only for this lonely corpse
Evil reigns in these badlands
I couldn't wash the blood off my hands
In time to realize that your life depended on mine
Passion and warfare rage on in utter disbelief
Sitting down to wonder if my mind will ever shine
Centuries destined to go on far beyond my belief
Thoughts driven from your aspire
It's time to find and cut this ground wire
I'm looking for a faint echo painted along these walls
A lonely tainted call to these martyrs
Blood spills in the toiled night
I can't hear your voice through these mortars
I can't seem to keep this in sight
Sorry for this mischief I've caused
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
Wars are to be remembered
And I'll always be imperfect