I have seen the girl walking
through crowded streets and crying eyes
She holds her breath to keep from talking
And though she stares
she never wonders why
The streets may be home
but the roads donâ
back to where they came from
And Iâ
as a shadowed figure from a time
Where we called across
the pathways of our lives
And the boy sits ever waiting
as the parents sit in for the ride for there life
For the brother slowly wasting
He didnâ
He knows only what he knows
And I may be here,
but Iâ
where we cried out for our life
She only keeps it for the memory, of a time,
where she cried out for her life to be always
as it was and what will be, in this life,
weâ
just live and breath
I have seen the warrior walking donâ
that his battle scars are the cause
of what he does,
He knows itâ
and his eyes are only closed when he
blocks out something he doesnâ
Only once have I ever seen him cry
But they taught me well,
the things I shouldâ
They said all was well
but they only wanted me home
As they sat waiting for me to live and breath
And they taught me how to live and be
Yes they taught me how to live and breath
As we all laid out the pathways of our lives
