the hand you hold

your hand feels so cold now
when i try and hold it
your soul, lays wasted
why have you sold it?
I kick and I scream
like a child, abandoned
all my life I have given
what you say, I've been handed
I gave all that I had
because you had nothing
your heart raped and alone
in a world of suffering
you blame them and hate them
but you get through your days
walking in circles
building your maze
laying each stone
and digging up  ground
you build a wall with your anger
so that you won't be found
It's the anger inside
you cling to so tight
you want to be saved
but you don't want to fight
I wonder in your mind
who's fight this really is?
Your Mother? Your Father?
Your Sister? Your Kids?
An illusion, this life,
We create as we go...
A hell you have made it
seeds of hate you now sow,
but the hate will not bud,
in my mind or in hers,
the hate is within you,
it's not my hate, it's yours.
it's not my dream you're dreaming
it's not my hell you've made.
It's not my voice that's screaming
it's not my soul that fades,
it's yours, my dear brother
Please stop and believe
this world that we live in
is all we perceive
it is all that we feel
and it isn't at all!
None of this is real,
forget what you saw,
forget what you've been through,
forget what you thought!
Forget all that anger,
and revenge that you've sought.
You're missing your life
as each day, it unfolds...
because your soul, it lays wasted.
And your hand, it's so cold.