To the world my smile screams yes im fine, yet below it steams with out a spine.
With out control I am silent alone, releasing the pressure a whole unknown.
I am a product of what you made, alone I stand until death and grave.
Even though you your not alone, alone is where your most at home. Its not the fact their not around, you see their face their very sound; always there or say they are.. but in the end your distant far.
In your head a world away, in the darkest deepest place. Where nothing breathes but the tears of silent water solace fears.
Face the facts on where you stand, no guiding light or reaching hand. Strong for all of those around, silent, quiet , with out a sound.
Just remember who you are; a substation rental car.. on a trip for all to reach,Their place on earth where they are free.