Hush

I'm a writer

of a language that's both beautiful and tragic

translating on the page

every letter's an admission

sentence bringing to fruition

things i just can't speak

would this be more poetic

from a broken man kneeling down in his own ashes

shaven head and faithless questions

a life spent writing

filling books with empty pages?

we were made for simpler days

let them begin

why is every sunrise that i see

not bringing life, but evidence of me

i'm clinging to the night to bring me that

that sanctuary from my past

i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep

i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep

so hush so hush your mouth

this is me escaping into darkness

i built up these walls

and now i am hoping you would climb them

from heart to hand

from pen to page

oh there's a message there in hiding

read between these lines

see the fragments of my meaning

oh i'm fighting

it's a battle for identity

we were made for simpler days

let them begin

why is every sunrise that i see

not bringing life but evidence of me

i'm clinging to the night to bring me that

that sanctuary from my past

i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep

i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep

as evening horizon meets the sun

truth and fiction become one

day dreams and night dreams all the same

lost in red fire serenades

i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep

i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep

where did they go, those simple days… did they go?

those simple days of innocence that we had

when i knew your voice and i felt so strong

but i'm holding on, you're holding on

why is every sunrise that i see

not bringing life but evidence of me

i'm clinging to the night to bring me that

that sanctuary from my past

i been waiting for the world to fall asleep

i been waiting for the world to fall asleep

so hush so hush your mouth