The Fog

We are the lost

I have small memories of a young girl, she looks so happy and alive. Her mind was pure and free. She appears to be an ambitious girl, with ambitious dreams but she knew that she'd grow up to be Trapped in her mind, like her mother and her mother before her a detainee.
Just like a ship lost at sea She lost her faith... lost all of her belief.
With no shred of hope of ever returning
She just closes her eyes.
Trapped in a fog she soon realises that
this is her demise. She's practically paralysed.

This sickness, conditions and all of the symptoms there isn't any prescriptions that can fix this, this horrible illness.
Wind starts to blow the rain pours as the waves crash below my feet.
The beacons glow then it fades away as she fights the undertow
This storm is encroaching, her mind that's slowly eroding
The fog comes in flowing, the storm is approaching she stands by to witness as the fog is approaching.

The girl is screaming, there's nothing I can do.. All that I am able to do is witness as the frightened girl as thunder's crashing And clouding up inside her head.

I watch fearful for this girl, all I want to do is help her but she's to far gone.. I look away from her and so my thoughts and memories
Dissolve and the water begins to turn red at my feet, no warning of change as the sky goes black, I think I'm losing myself to the anguish, the suffering, I start to tremble as I realise sick girl I was watching wasn't a stranger after all.

The waves of doubt, the built up walls, they won't hold me back, they can't bring me down.
I'll find my way out, I'll rise up and never be drowned by those who would hold me back, determined to rout my way out.. I'll finally escaped, from this fucking fog.