The Gift and the Curse

Grab this pen and begin to scribe a scroll and diagram of secrets of a man's insides
and we'll sing of loss,
and the promises he couldn't keep.

We're learning.
What has become of the world we once knew?
That no matter what we do it seems like we will always lose
a place for the lost and broken.

She cries again and again for the one that she loved,
her heart breaks like waves on the ocean's front his ghost haunts her life.
She hears his voice but she cannot touch,
but still the pressure he cannot escape.

All he needs is a sign he knows it's not right.
With a gift and a curse,
at least pain means you're alive.
The fire inside burns bright in his eyes, he knows he doesn't belong.
So take his hand, he's struggling and guide him home.

As the story unfolds,
it seems that the pen ran dry too terrified to know the truth
and now they question god.
It seems the answers even he doesn't know.

We're learning.
What has become of the world we once knew?
That no matter what we do it seems like we will always lose
a place for the lost and broken.

Her breath is short, her heart is weak.
God take this pain away from me.

All he needs is a sign he knows it's not right.
With a gift and a curse,
at least pain means you're alive.
The fire inside burns bright in his eyes, he knows he doesn't belong.
So take his hand, he's struggling and guide him home.

Now he feels that the sounds within his heart could change the world,
but is it worth it, is it even worth it.
Now he feels that the sounds within his heart could change the world,
but is it worth it, is it even worth it.

The pressure he cannot escape.