Laura

To pick a flower only to watch it wilt,
I walked through heaven and then fell from stilts,
The mountains behind me and the valley below,
At the end of a line with my dreams in a row

Some people on platforms, some on the stage,
Some people on the noose, and some in their grave,
Stearing wheel's busted and the tires are flat,
I've been forced to pull memories out of a hat

If I looked into your eyes I would see hurricanes,
Through the clouds I see that the flood remains,
Years of happiness have turned into sludge,
The sink is overflowing and the drain won't budge

It defeats the purpose of tredding anything,
Only to be wisked away on a hook and a string,
As I'm released back below the surface waves,
I take my last breathe living as a slave

I'm in a lighthouse facing this storm,
Standing on top of where the world was formed,
The orchestra acts like waves crashing stage,
And Romeo flips ahead to the very last page

I have been cursed with the most wicked ways,
Love can leave you empty when the demons pray,
So whisper in my ears, my angel from above,
The deafeaning heartbeat of a fruitless love

If I got up to hold you, what would you say?
Would you hold me back like a tragic play?
And if I were to come and visit your bones,
At least I would feel like I had never been alone

I know a lonely woman who has yet to see,
A heart that stretches out to eternity,
She cannot build and is forced only to cling,
Onto a golden road as tense as a sling

If I were never to see her smile again,
I would be forced to face these brutal winds,
That tear thorns from roots like a needle's end,
Fallen from heaven by a large gust of wind

I'm haunted by those who will never return,
I'm looking out at hell with no more bridges to burn,
Time drives me crazy and it shatters my mind,
Broken vases wouldn't leave me to a fate so kind

Inside I am certain that a flower still grows,
But then again, as a still-life, who am I to know?
Somebody coats their world with blinding piant,
As I cry out to her ears in silenced restraint