Underground_Network
May 30th, 2009, 11:03 AM
Dead silence.
All that is heard is dead silence.
Sitting alone in the corner of the room,
Quivering in fear of the unknown.
The deepest, darkest secrets
Of all of humanity
Embodied in the lone child
Quivering in fear in the corner of the room.
The global trepidation, the crisis averted
Yet somehow redirected and bound to occur
In due time, is the epitome
Of the toxic odor suffusing the lone child's lungs.
That child, that scared, scared child
With tears in his eyes, both arms pulling his knees in close,
Rocking back and forth, but trying desperately not to disrupt the quietude;
That child is not a child at all.
That child is the world.
That child is happiness.
That child is melancholy.
That child is humanity.
When it all comes crashing down,
We hide in the corner
And we pray it all away;
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When the bombs are bursting in air,
Giving proof that our flag is still there,
We don't take notice, we hide;
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When a life is lost, but we come out victorious,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When something bad happens and we hope to God it will just go away,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When we lose someone close to us,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When there is terror in our eyes,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When we are brokenhearted and oh so numb,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When we lose that heirloom, handed down generation after generation,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When we are not the lone child in the room,
We are still the lone child in the room.
The lone child in the room is always a part of us,
And more often than not the circumstances incline us to become the lone child in the corner of the room.
Only when we can overcome our fears,
(Which will happen in an epoch of inexplicable phenomena)
Will we no longer carry the dead weight
Of the lone child in the corner of the room.
All that is heard is dead silence.
Sitting alone in the corner of the room,
Quivering in fear of the unknown.
The deepest, darkest secrets
Of all of humanity
Embodied in the lone child
Quivering in fear in the corner of the room.
The global trepidation, the crisis averted
Yet somehow redirected and bound to occur
In due time, is the epitome
Of the toxic odor suffusing the lone child's lungs.
That child, that scared, scared child
With tears in his eyes, both arms pulling his knees in close,
Rocking back and forth, but trying desperately not to disrupt the quietude;
That child is not a child at all.
That child is the world.
That child is happiness.
That child is melancholy.
That child is humanity.
When it all comes crashing down,
We hide in the corner
And we pray it all away;
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When the bombs are bursting in air,
Giving proof that our flag is still there,
We don't take notice, we hide;
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When a life is lost, but we come out victorious,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When something bad happens and we hope to God it will just go away,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When we lose someone close to us,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When there is terror in our eyes,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When we are brokenhearted and oh so numb,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When we lose that heirloom, handed down generation after generation,
We are the lone child in the corner of the room.
When we are not the lone child in the room,
We are still the lone child in the room.
The lone child in the room is always a part of us,
And more often than not the circumstances incline us to become the lone child in the corner of the room.
Only when we can overcome our fears,
(Which will happen in an epoch of inexplicable phenomena)
Will we no longer carry the dead weight
Of the lone child in the corner of the room.