Half My Thoughts, Spoken Aloud

Where there's a will
there's a way,
but I've lost my will,
so have I lost my way?

Rain hits the window panes
and wind rattles the chains.

Lightening
lights
the skies,
leaving us to wonder
why.

The water is shallow,
but grows deeper everyday.

I don't want to listen to you
and ignore what you say.

Fighting for a chance to speak
but first I have to work
for a chance to breathe.

The pictures hang on the wall crooked,
in a sort of perfection
described in a dusty book.

As the world keeps spinning
so does my mind.

The day doesn't matter,
if we're living one day at a time.

Hum a song,
that I might recognize.

We can listen to the rain
as the light
makes a stage of the skies.

Maybe angels hear
our battle cries.
Maybe that's why we're where we're at now.
It's all a big compromise.

Electricity wires
pass us by.
The birds land
and we wish we could fly.

But we can't,
so here on the ground we'll stay.
And only half of our thoughts
are all we'll ever say.