Patterns on the wall
To know you're at fault
To accept all the things that you've done wrong
Should you feel as though
You've been left out in the cold
Or should you doubt those very thoughts as they come to mind
Fractured and torn
Neither nimble nor scorn
Could it be that the saboteurs' at play
Bleedin' from the essence
Fragments to the ashes
The ashes
We reap what we sow
A truth seldom known
Yet always shown
To feel held up
By strings on a bow
With an arrow pointing straight towards your chest
And wait it out
For the truth shall be espoused
Acknowledge where you play a vital part
And see the good
Inside and beyond
And know your resting soul could do no harm
Bleedin' from the essence
Fragments to the ashes
The ashes
We reap what we sow
A truth seldom known
Yet always shown