The Cycle

He called out through the rain
And it don't seem to hear his cries, but oh well
It hasn't stopped him all this time

And as he's falling asleep
He's wiped off his feet
Away
Away from what was yesterday
What was gathered in his sleep
May it be real, may it be dream
Has left him grinding teeth
For what?
He won't speak of
And as he rises to his feet
He hopes
This path will lead him right
The road you choose
Has been paved by what you do with all these breaths you take
Your falls make you want to get up
To move on, bearing your mistakes
He races through the streets
In a rage of the peace he'd bring to all
(Or anyone who would listen)
(And with them wrapped around his fingers)
(He could see the end in store for them)
(He'd see the end in store for them)
What was gathered in his sleep
May it be real, may it be dream
Has left him grinding teeth
For what?
He won't speak of
And as he rises to his feet
He hopes
This path will lead him right
The road you choose
Has been paved by what you do with all these breaths you take
Your falls make you want to get up
To move on, bearing your mistakes

He's been long since seeking
This loss, this love
Yet it's been standing in front of him
He crawls out from where he was
In suspense from what he'd done
He left them lost with reasonings he preferred not to discuss
Withstood the storm for love or lust
And conquered
Just take it in
Step outside yourself, and breathe
While outside yourself, you'll see
What's been blinding all along
Stopped you from moving on with life
It's time
To make amends
There's no other ride like this
Bracing for this flaw
Calling out your word
The cycle's underway!