one_good_eye7723

end of August

the sun doesn't shine in the winter
and i feel so alive in the summer
when the rain sets in
i know it's over

so i retire to my cave
to lay these bones down
i won't bother to come out of it
to search for the light of day
c*uz i know it's not around the corner

here i am just waiting for God
to tell me something
tell me anything...
would it really matter if i died
do You care why we make mistakes
do You care c*uz really there's not
that many choices to make

and to this day i wait
flesh sunken face
all this spirit does is
groan and moan
from it's hallowed bones

waiting in a cave
for years and years
for someone to care
waiting for God or an angel
to do their job but I hear
they only work out of Love

and with the coming fall
i'll shout out my last hoorah
and die with this season
of wasted dreams

only to be reborn in the spring
just to do it all again
and again
and again
until the bitter end

- O.G.E