By Mark A Leon

Is there a sense of urgency?
Has this fragile life been shattered?
Too late to pick up the frailed glass edges?
Too late to turn around?
The universe is standing still 
No movement left to reach beyond the stars 
All is lost, yet we've only begun to be found 

Every foolish dream 
Never left behind 
Every time I stumble 
You pick up the pieces 
Every time it shatters, we walk through the jagged glass
Bleeding with the sweat of the courage we once knew 
The songs powered us to pursue
Now we are afraid to be afraid 

There's nothing we can do 
So much left to say 
Fears to be  gay 
Turns the smiles away 

So profound 
Maybe just empty 
Nothing new is born 
Recycled truths of lies remain 
Rewind the tape 
Play the old song that cried our youth away 

Drowning in the bourbon soaked ashes 
Can't find the past 
Clouded in the vision of a future of emptiness 
It's all nonsense 
Screaming, multiplying, transforming, unoriginal, biased nonsense 

I hate you 
I hate me 
Love shattered 
Sing me off this sinking stage