Procesion of the fates

You make your way but don't belong.
I swear you're not the only one.
Is that what you've been dreaming?
There are other ways of staying strong

Than keeping out the other ones.
I feel the light years between what you say and what you mean.
You wont get through with that phony confidence.
I hear you speak, but nothing is said.

You'll be stranded on the other side, endless nights upon endless nights.
Endless nights upon endless nights, you'll be alone, alone to the grave.

There's a place in all of us, the same in everyone
making right the balances in all of us.
Aching and burning and growing and learning, and building the world around us.

Until our lives are done, we'll share the same emotions
shed tears of eulogy, then turn to plant our seeds.
Still you can't hear me

Call out your name and try to get through. I never hear back.

My words became a thousand arrows, slicing though the endless barricades,
so that everyone on earth could hear my call, and I watched for you.

Now I know you're putting me on.
You've chosen to swear off the general population.

All those around you draw to a quiet. Your eyes dart across the room, but its just an illusion.
The room doesnt exist, there's only you and I, and its almost like we cant fail at all,
or maybe we've failed already. What you choose to see is real:
a cold dark world of enemies, obstacles you could never overcome, or a bright future ahead.

So tell the whole world and we'll start brand new.
Strip the shackles off, let me look at you.
If you can't reach out like you've been longing to
I'll have to rethink all that I thought I knew

Call out your name and try to get through. I never hear back.