A Scholar, A Savior.

This was inspired by several poets i've been listening to lately.

If I ever spoke to God

He never did speak back

and if I was ever feeling low

he never gave a crap

and I watched him take my fathers soul

but never give it back

But thats fine.

Cause we're all chasing rainbows

We don't intend to to find.

But it's the thrill that i'm really chasing.

it's the breeze inside my lungs

And it's the soldiers holding guns who

seem to be the only ones not disappointed

We're pacifists with a grudge

and everyone feels threatened

but as kid I knew pluto was a planet

and even though it was small

it was still big to me

and that never changed

But I did, I changed.

Every petal on the flower

All the sweet that turned to sour.

Innocence lost by the hands of the loving.

Sweating out the motions

I'm in a heat wave, baby, and your just standing still.

If he hears me, I couldn't tell

but they hear my fists in hell

And the pavement bears my rage.

Just sleep, because there you can make them listen

and when you wake up just countdown the minutes

until all the flowers petals fade

then you'll know what its like to have no control.

I'm in a heat wave and december was yesterday.

There's no going back for seconds

when my firsts were merely seconds

Of waste.

But I did, I changed.