Fruend

When I see them Contemplate if I should Should I just reach out and tell you? Here I am Sitting at home With the things that I own Watching time fall through the drawn blinds They show truth's end From leavened clouds and Suns that rise on our death beds Oh lost my mind Oh lost it Damp eyes feel them Moving bout my kitchen Plating our meals for the last dine I'll be caught wings across Contemplate if I should Should I just step out and fall through Arms out lifted Drawn shades glisten Please reach out I have fallen through It is a truth It is a truth of my crossed view And it's for you Power of a view We are gifted We can lift ourselves From the depths of a misfit Reason caught it's game With a mouth of sheer wisdom Thought is greater than what is thought of To follow is a raped decision Power of your view You are gifted You have lifted me From the depths of a misfit Disdain met it's game Speak the truth and I'll listen We are greater than what is above What we see Is our crossed ambition