For

Listen my friends and you shall hear, the story of a man who conquered his fear closer than you think this may appear shed a tear it becomes quite clear
we are all connected through what we feel. So come a little closer and sit on down lend me your ear and listen to the sound of a fatherless son being raised in strife never having time to find himself in life learning for himself what is wrong and right, a sorrowful plight with a fight that's outta sight
for a boy who's only nine years old facing trials that no child should know adult thoughts for the youth are too bold dreams get shattered before they could grow, if you could see through the eyes of the blind living your whole life in lies is just fine but you can't blame the pain on your mind or you will never find the time to rewind to realise that it wasn't You that all the thing you were taught were untrue if you use some glue in the place of a screw you'll never fix the room you'll create your tomb

You could never be what you weren't taught a hope that's in your heart is all for nought throw away the fear that you had bought and you will come to find what you had sought

After 25 years of fighting fears he realised that his tears were unclear     revealed the truth that he was unaware as a solar flare explodes upstairs.        
There!
the flare prepares to repair by illuminating the sentient snare        
alive as it tries an attempt to revise all the lies disguised as truth in his eyes        
surprised he finds his fears disappea trapped inside a snare that's not real seemingly forged by sensory skills    
that he made in his appeal
to reveal the will never to conceal, beliefs and hopes and dreams and fears everything he felt that made him real!

so now that you are closer and listening
can you understand the things that i think the point that i am tryin to make
is on the sign in your mind, on the brink
I know it's convoluted as all hell        
but listen real close and you will tell        
it's really clear but it's hidden in here        
so stick around cuz were almost there!
You will always be what they teach you
a motivated hope is always true
never let the fear distort your view
and whatever you seek begins it's search for you
Transcending suspended beliefs is a relief
flyin above can keep you on your feet born with the key you need to be free never believe it if it doesn't feel right everyone has their own soul inside
how can you pride yourself on one denomination when there are different thoughts within our own nation
did you hear the story from you local news station? it seems the universe is on vacation
doin it's best to assess the situation seeing mistakes that were made with education
entire nations in segregationwhy do we put ourselves in congregations        
without disgrace for the fate of other races millions of faces separation spaces
ready to risk with no equivocation              
only to hope for the one salvation              
a single notation in the book of creation preserves the observation that God's an inclination for the lucky few who can see his true vocation obscured from view by man's manipulation of a blindfold made with misinformation a ruse that confused the whole population        
the universe sighs in exasperation              
whatever happened to his son the homosapien?

It's really a good thing you followed me here to the point where the moral becomes clear you having a hard time finding it in here? then close your eyes and open up your minds ear a catalyst made to erase all the feal forged inside when your told what to feel

force thy lies on the minds of the youth   cover the proof with a blanket marked truth
with half of the clue we can only assume perhaps we're trapped in a windowless room smelling fear as an odorless perfume tell me how soon control becomes doom a lead balloon at the bottom of your pool drowns the sound of the soul inside of you
for...all the saviors that sold us their lies
for...all the gods wearing the same disguise
for...all of us who had to suffer and die believing in a disguised prize of lies     for...all the little children who can't sleep at night mental anguish caused by an instilled fright abused by their only protector's not right now's the time for them to stand up and fight never let the bright light outta your sight and you'll be all right even in the face of plight
for... all of us that have something inside and were told that that something should have died don't believe if it feels like a lie utilize it with a power called pride
for... anyone that has ever had a dream and were told it wouldn't amount to anything never give up your dream and you will see nothing is impossible when you believe
for... everyone who's life is in the book     tryin to look but their world's been overtook throwin their newborn sin in to soak repent and you can sin all you want
for...those of us who don't apolgise for using a crucifix to dig out the eyes    
of impressionable minds cosign and your fine, have faith and without eyes you can see the sky
for perhaps this is a kind of rhyme where the villian wins cause the hero is blind where hope can be lost in the blink of an eye or gained again by a secret inside
so maybe these words are written              
for you the sorrowful few whose view is askew and cannot redeem the dream they had known when life was still magical before they had grown and so the death of a dream inside gives birth to the thought of a hero who's blind and cannot tell that his eyes are just closed he thinks he knows as conviction grows lament it sings a pitiful prose that it was only what he chose
for you have to make a choice and take a stand you have to open blocked doors and take times hand for you have to realise that you are grand and comprehend your own true plan written by yourself before your life began