Nothing More Than This

You will live your life,
Like a piece of falling glass,
Dropping like the flower buds,
After the coldest winters pass,
You percieved your kingdoms,
They came from all your splenders,
But if you see your sword in hand,
Those massacres you would remember,
You can be so mistaken,
When you can admire all your dreams,
If I could cut in skin like you,
I would fall into their screams,
I would itch like fire blazes,
And be crying down like rain,
But all your countless murders,
Never seem to bring you pain

Once you climb over mountains,
You see the longest roads,
But you never see the land mines,
That are preparing to explode,
You then send away your army,
Charging strait ahead,
Though you're not convinced of murder,
When you walk over the dead,
If all else fails but you,
Then what crimes have you done?
To win your admiration,
Of all the other ones?
If you went in the wrong direction,
There was nobody to point you there,
Once they see you tailing,
Allow them all to stop and stare

Step into the burning tar,
And then find the other shore,
you have launched those skipping stones,
That can't leap up anymore,
A bird has this strange confusion,
What should it do to fly?
You become the clouds of any rain,
And then cover up the sky,
And like a dandoline ocean,
Neptune lifts the ocean winds,
You can blow all of these kisses,
Right into your harmful sins,
With your fairy tale envy,
Of the sword out of the stone,
At the end of every lethal swing,
You will find that you're alone

I'll never lift this sinking heart,
Some things can not come true,
You would be the ocean,
If the same happened to you,
Walk to the stage across the plank,
Where you hold on for your skin,
Which never seems to contiplate,
All the sins that are within,
And some people will not mention,
That others fall by name,
While you rise up like a queen,
And it's a crying shame,
That you can't assist them up again,
You give them the gallow's glee,
And you turn your head away from them,
Which you will never see