in between our breaths we walk with the dead 



carrying our visions against sunset after sunset 



always a moment too soon to realize, always a moment to regret



I am falling through the footsteps of the past falling under the weight of the future

sometimes i can only react, sometimes i am just an actor 



all these images, haunt me like a life im trying to leave behind me



a ghost locked inside your shadow, an echo reaching into tomorrow



where are our dreams of beauty?



interrupted prayers behind closed doors



sheltered by your reality



what is the future if its made from wars? 



how can you live your life on your knees when you know the truth that will set you free? 



reaching ends that are beginings



awake or am i dreaming



sever the sigh cross the line



are we broken so shattered not to feel or are we just paying for what we steal?



how can we build trust that will last



when lie upon lie are burying the past



it's always a question to often ignored what is the future if its made from wars?