Broken hearts compel freedom to search behind the wall of the unseen garden.
Stop crying; deny the subconscious of the night its ability to ease the pain
Of self consuming desperation.
With prowess imperfection enters a lies raging storm of possibility.
Penitent thoughts seek an illegitimate pardon.
Loneliness compares to nothing else when inflicted by selfish separation.
Not always lost but seemingly alone.
Unwilling hearts cannot be kept.
Not always lost but necessarily alone.
Open eyes tracing every step.
Not always lost but desperately alone.
It seems no matter when you lose yourself, you are always lost.
Lost and blind. Direction can't regain sight and darkness is
If nothing else a blind folded walk on the bigoted scales of spite.
Refusing to believe anymore of misleading words and presumed truth.
Relying on mistaken paths to take the sight out of my eyes.
Granting my heart another chance to stand assured by a guided clear view.
Not always lost but alone
Scattered by the tempest out fears kept, spilled and were swept away,
As the surrogates of despair slept cradled in the deceitful hands of trust.
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Music and Lyrics by John Lutzow