beyond the brightest parts of days
beyond the darkest parts of night.
the heart is broken into shreads with great might.
its never meant to be
or never meant to happen
but yet is is done and never returning back
with the great might of love a
and the great dispite of hate
and the despaire of lonelyness
i await
life is unchanged and shall always be that way
life is uncontrolled and will never change
life is yet the mere illusion of what is real
but beyond our hearts
but beyond our tears
we cry nomatter who we are
beyond what we know
beyond what we think
beyond what we want
and beyond what we are
we are all lonely
and the same.
