Metamorphosis

Horizons filled with promise Storms of hail and wind

In our bleak realities

A hopeful grip

Singed by burning fires

Not a sky but a prison of gray The memories are never far away

Metamorphosis. Symbiotic

We are but a symphony of frantics

Burdened by our own mistakes

The walls I build The truth, the hurt, the guilt

A helpless shell of my former self

Never too late to change your Self

Never too late to change your Self

The walls I build The truth, the hurt, the guilt

A helpless shell of my former self

Never too late to change your Self

Never too late to change your Self