Though time stands still,
your breath still fades away
lost, without a chance for life

the river still welcomes the warmth of denial
and remains as lonesome as ever
alone, desperate
hoping for something more
But only to have it thrown away

The rocks still complain off abuse
while the grass mocks them with a laugh
Bees get jealous and birds don't care
drifting through time
in their own small eternity

A globe, filled with confetti
is all they see in the world
Hit it once, it doesn't break
hit it twice
who's soul to take?

Don't care -perception is reality
One's truth is their own
One's world is their own
Even against the wall
It's their own
And nothing can hurt them in their shell
Not even time...
standing still