Somehow, they say ignorance is bliss;
I suppose that depends on what you are ignorant about
Still, there is nothing blissful
Love; in being miserable

The battles I’ve been fighting silently,
Ways to be compared to the wars I’ve been losing violently
I feel there’s nothing I can see
Wanted, when I look for the sky

You, holding your hand to the frost
So you can feel again
What it’s like to hold your head up
Will you see when all that’s been found is lost

It is over, like the battles on airwaves
Take finding a home like an open cave
To hear it said, it’s over all over again
Change the echoes to audible,

Your pattern of saying ignorance is bliss,
Broken chains ring is it easy just to ignore this
Mind the story ends as chapters run out of words
And all of the frivolous things you threw

Make your way to putting feet to the cement
It will hold you like I did, just so you can stand again
Work through what it’s like to feel the ground
Out of hope and all that’s been lost is found

Again, I’ll just be standing here
Saying these things I’d rather not say