Happiness

So long ago

Happiness was born

Like the freedom that hangs low

In the iris of a storm


When the first thoughts conceived

In the chaos of your birth

What could your eyes believe?

In all that you are worth


The strands of time stretched

Breaking the common fate

Foreign symbols etched

Beauty in its current state


To shift another storm

Into the iris of two

Etching another form

And saving someone new

Eyes and Ears

Tilting on that stage
A footing can be found
Somewhere deep
Deep
But not too profound

Look inside the cracks
The cracks inside the wood
Memories stampeded
Stampeded
Where his and her feet stood

It’s all just a shadow
That drapes inside your mind
Your body is the freedom
Freedom
To find what you’ll find

So it’s gonna shine, shine
In a place that was black
In a river of stillness
In a portrait of cracks

In a place where time lies
Waiting to be broken
Sitting
And singing
Until the mind is woken