Echolalia

Flowed pattern covers the wall

Presenting colors when called

Like dim lights searching for eyes

They're searching

Turn for the light

And puts there acts into place

Crashes dimly against

A small bet best left explained

A shade of morals

And gray goes away

Some great shades of me

Some quiet ghost is there

Speak of belief

So you want be good but it hurts

So they want to be bad

But they don't want this to be the way of there lives

So they want to be bad but they cant

So they want to be good

but the shadows have had there ways with everyone

A shoulder whispers her loss

As hard wood falls on her cross

And under two sided boards

Well he stands yearning for more

Chasing to the door frame

As her sings of escape

And he eyes softly collide

With the will he tries to combine

Come on he makes his own as she stares in

A lone sheep

He stands firmly by the door

She calls come in boy

Grey goes away

Some great of shades of me

Some quiet ghost is there

Speak of belief

So you want be good but it hurts

So they want to be bad

But they don't want this to be the way of there lives

So they want to be bad but they cant

So they want to be good

But the shadows have had there ways with everyone