Lost

I)
Good morning my son, watch the sun topping your dream.
In the future a future to see.

II)
Morning or not, it's always too late.
Why do we live in the past?
A moment is just long enough for the next to erase.

Bridge:

A fading dimension, with a link to the soul.
It feels like, no freedom, but life to go.

Chorus:

I - hide the poet in silence.
AM - where the whisper still screams.
LOST - like a storm on the ocean.

FIND ME

SON - to my inner emotions.
TO - kill the time on its way.
ME - bringing iles to the notion.

Bridge:

You're blessed with the power of seeing,
what for others remains.
The violence, the torment, with who to blame?

Take a look at my life,
encounter the ways protected by time.
It's buying, supplying and taking lives.

Take a look at this face,
the present disgust, tomorrows disgrace.
We're hiding, denying we're stuck to race.