• Weathered expectations, Plans powdered and blown with the wind.
    I walk in streets stopping to hear sad stories of shattered lives. Crystal eye's with diamond tears glistening with hope for a cure glance up. Sparkles play around the face of this stranger.

    Refrain:
    Pressure builds from bottled frustrations. We are our own worst enemy yet we look inside for help. Sabotaging our own hope, with idle fears of failure. Inner words torment, let outer words heal.....yeah let them heal.

    With hesitant yet firm words images pour out and color my mind with, fancies, hopes, fears and hurt. These pictures twirl and dance then soon swirl out. A pretty picture now exposed to the rust and decay that it is. Beauty in the mind but bone bare in the discerning light.

    Refrain:
    Pressure builds from bottled frustrations. We are our own worst enemy yet we look inside for help. Sabotaging our own hope, with idle fears of failure. Inner words torment, let outer words heal.....yeah let them heal.

    The stranger now puzzled glances at these transfigured images, their beauty exposed as false. The eyes of gem now show light. Despair leaves and it's muddy trail and murky cloud follow. A crescent smile, and a quick word... "thanks ". Down the road I walk...

    Refainx2
    Pressure builds from bottled frustrations. We are our own worst enemy yet we look inside for help. Sabotaging our own hope, with idle fears of failure. Inner words torment, let outer words heal.....yeah Let them heal.
    2nd time:Let them heal.
    Please God, let them heal...