Now I have voices waiting to be fed

With words I hope tomorrow will not decay

Deteriorate and make it sound like regrets

A future seemingly held behind closets

Strangled with lost and a sprinkle of chaos


I am a voice today cannot remember

Maybe time has decayed how I feel

And left me on this dilemmatic crossroad

Heavy with my own thoughts

Washing yesterday out of my eyes

On the shores of the sea with people like me

Spilling every emotions in to the waters


I know I am not fully broken

I know hope keeps the heart feeling young

And here I stand in my naked thoughts, thinking

Hoping, waiting for tomorrow to rearrange me.