"The Sun and the Soldier"

DESCRIPTION: the creative process of this was interesting. inspiration strikes in rare, and pointed bursts of insanity, i'd say. i want to be a genius like you - i'd say that, too

staying up late every night
blasting noises across the empty sky
i ask myself again;
"what kind of ending... are you looking for, my child?"

complaining about it,
feeling my hands across the evidence
i focus on extremes;
unable to see... the truth of the day in front of me.

don't you understand?
i think it's clear by now that it will never be resolved
someone who doesn't want to accept an ending,
will never recieve it at all

don't you understand?
the bright sky i'm looking for, has been overslept
i went nocturnal, and built a characature of the sun
"why does the light avoid me so?"

how profound, your bright words i want to drink.
now so distant, as you curse them with self-hatred.
how irritating, and i've forgotten yet another thing.
as emotions overwhelm me, the pen runs out of ink.

staying up late every night
shooting stars race over the dark sky
i ask myself again;
"what kind of dream... were you wishing for, my child?"

complaining about it,
this nonsense won't change a thing
i focus on the past;
you're never coming back, so i'll keep shooting to make ends meet.

don't you understand?
i think it's clear by now that it will never be resolved
someone who doesn't want to accept an ending,
will never recieve it at all

don't you understand?
the bright sky i'm looking for, has been overslept
i went nocturnal, building a characature of the sun
"why does the light avoid me so?"

a once-in-a-lifetime genius invention,
i witnessed it and fell in love.
how disgusting, that you of the present.
i never cared for the human, just for the work.

i'm out of ink to use.
the page holds a colourful melody, beginning to dry in the light of dawn.
i think it's time to accept this modern age,
and to make a brand-new step into today.

no, i really can't!
this bright sky has become something to resent
as i see it creep through my blankets, i pull them over
because it reminds me of you.

don't you understand?
we're finally reaching the final stretch;
without my madness, i have nothing left
so holding onto "you..." i'll keep shooting on, aimless

turning the song up to drown my sorrows...
i'll let myself disregard the heart...
and become a child soldier once again.