In the ways of the world today
Young children creep beyond the shadows of the Soul
Basking in the coldness of the heat that we can no
longer provide
I stand at the foot of a divide
Between a man and a child
How can we make a mountain out of a molehill
When there ain't enough dirt?
How can we make love out of affection
If there is too much hurt?
Tell me what's real
On the stage I face a thousand points of light
The boom of thunder echoes in a sound-proof thought
When the skeletons in my closet clap at the deepest
fears
That escape through the filter of my vocal chords
Heartache and pain return with pin-point accuracy
Even when I duck into crevices of repressed emotion
They manage to chew through the stone barrier
Pushing me deeper into the Void
© 2003 Joshua Stewart