Picture the young one, seems strong and full of life
Never questioned his spirit
Distress is left unsaid
Scars on the inside are the wounds that never heal
Wrought with neglection
Disowned, and left for dead
Narrow vision
The line of sight casts a blinding light on the eyes of a broken soul
Picture the young one, a smile that's cursed from birth
Winter's breath shoots through his bones
His heart encased in ice
Passive aggression, cruel words behind closed doors
Giving up his own free will, as a sacrifice
Isolation, the greatest fear
Open up its darkest void and swallows whole
Stand beside me
Help to dispel what has been told
Offer me just one sign of relief
Hold me closely
And shelter me from the cold
Take me back to the land of make-believe
Picture the old one, who feels his life is spent
Passes dysfunction down the family line
Generations repeat the same mistakes
Vicious circles 'til the end of time
A room of strangers
A faceless crowd
Trying to break free will take its toll
Picture the aged one; complexion turning gray
Never found the passion or the strength to seize the day
Never questioned his spirit
Distress is left unsaid
Scars on the inside are the wounds that never heal
Wrought with neglection
Disowned, and left for dead
Narrow vision
The line of sight casts a blinding light on the eyes of a broken soul
Picture the young one, a smile that's cursed from birth
Winter's breath shoots through his bones
His heart encased in ice
Passive aggression, cruel words behind closed doors
Giving up his own free will, as a sacrifice
Isolation, the greatest fear
Open up its darkest void and swallows whole
Stand beside me
Help to dispel what has been told
Offer me just one sign of relief
Hold me closely
And shelter me from the cold
Take me back to the land of make-believe
Picture the old one, who feels his life is spent
Passes dysfunction down the family line
Generations repeat the same mistakes
Vicious circles 'til the end of time
A room of strangers
A faceless crowd
Trying to break free will take its toll
Picture the aged one; complexion turning gray
Never found the passion or the strength to seize the day