"The Search"
It's too quiet for you to know I'm screaming inside
and I am so tough that it's easy to hide
the pain of searching for what might not exist.
For years I've been accepting this.
And for years I have been searching still,
climbing every forsaken hill.
Searching in every stone cold glance,
attempting a forbidden dance.
You watch my every single slide,
yet through me you look to the other side.
Over, around, under and through.
Coldly, I tie another loop.
Around my neck and I'll be gone.
But I'm too tough; it can't be done.
Bravely cold, I throw it away.
And search for yet another day.
