Release

When I can see, through the shrouded eyes
When everything is gone
I can feel the breeze upon the skies
And know that nothing is wrong
But perhaps it is me...
Maybe it's the things that I see
Are just too much for handling thee
I will fight for what is right
To sleep and to rest, and I imagine
I will fight for the gift of night
But what you can't fathom
Is a gift beyond those
Right under what you thought you saw most
Come on, give me this break
What did you take me for, I'm not quite as fake
As you perhaps thought I would be
But for all of eternity
You would never understand me
That's okay though, I'm better off here
Without a tear shed and nothing to fear