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 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 its game
With a mouth of sheer wisdom
Thought is greater than what is taught 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 its game
Speak the truth and I'll listen
We are greater than what is above
What we see
Is our crossed ambition

Everybody Goes