People who feel nothing never run away,
Their hearts are silent, their minds at bay.
So why do you run when the night turns cold?
Is it fear of the dark or the stories untold?
Your spirit quivers lightly at the slightest touch,
A soul within alive, perhaps a bit too much.
In every single tear is tale you never told,
And every step of the way, your heart grows bold.
People who feel nothing do not understand,
The fiery blaze of a trembling hand.
You carry the weight of unspoken dreams, and the many battles lost in stifled screams.
People who feel nothing do not comprehend,
The need for beginnings and the pain of an end. You know the hello that can amount to ecstacy. And you know too the ache of a simple goodbye.
People who feel nothing stand still and stare,
In the midst of chaos, they remain unaware.
But you, my love, with eyes so wide.
See the storm in the calm and the truth they hide.
You run from the echoes of the past cries,
From the pain that lingers in your ancestor's sighs.
Each step you take is a dance with fate,
A single wrong move and it might be too late.
So run to the caves, or the rivers wide,
To the places where your heart can safely hide.
For those who feel must sometimes roam,
To find a special place that they can call home.
And run if you must, to find your peace,
To where destiny's ghost eventually cease.
Perhaps in your running, you'll find your way,
To the dawn of a great and uncharted new day.
