Stantheman - "Dire"

While everyone yearns to be something more,

be appeased with what is granted.

Progress isnt defined as transformation.

But traveling towards the zenith of happiness,

where aspirations are at last met,

and tears flow at the thought of more,

the skin and dirt you toss from yourself,

as you rip a path towards what’s expected,

the self fulfillment of sheer honesty,

letting go every worry you’ve eternally held.

It’s not a happy moment, it’s not a sad.

Its just realizing that you too,

can now die peacefully.

Expressed in more than the faded memory of those dead.

Settling the score with your thrashed and aching bones,

leaving behind the reason that you said you had to wake up,

and realizing that you want to now,

the advent of knowing you’re not controlled by time,

by the lies held close to your soul,

paying ransom to an unknown force,

this is the solace your notes provide,

a recluse from the sickly times.

Forge a new path towards more than heaven.

Leaving a simple way to make people believe,

that there might just be something inside,

to save them, their souls and mind.

Until staff and clef are together at last.

The motive finally met, 

a new tune to record your last regrets.