Here we are
My everyday thing
Walking mile after tormenting mile
In the chilling rain
Drenched and loving it so
Getting to our end
It seems more thrilling
With every step we take
That takes us closer
Playing our way to
Get threw those ordinary doors
Pierced with the flaming frame of hell
Burning with the light that no one really sees
Waiting for the sounds of the drums to play
And guitars to sing
And for that singer to scream their sorrows away
Out at front, where the striking echoes come from
Inches away from our preacher of sanctuary
Listening to every word
That beautiful…ugly, and almost inhuman
Singer of a messenger
Relating to every word they preach
Of inhumane words
Just finding our way threw that crowd
Not knowing exactly what’s happening
But letting the music flow threw our veins
And breathe threw our skin
Our eardrums rattling in rhythm of those bands that play
Beating of the heart increases
You lose control and forget
Your sorrows of the day
Of the everyday thing are gone
And for the next day repeats