a young man opened his eyes for the first time   and saw that he had lived a lie   against all convictions and parents' decisions   he lived his life for the first time   it couldn't be that we were made for nothing   that life is the hour glass that we just fill our time   could this really be some sort of true life story?   or is this the time we just wait to die?   alone and broken with our bodies open   this is love for the first time   it's not always the "feeling" but the coprehending   that struggle is a part of life   breathe with the confidence of your heart pounding   breathe with the confidence that life's surrounding   and breathe   i promise if i stay so delicate and grey   that i would only see   what's standing here in front of me   but if i truely live i'll have my heart to give   in ways we can't explain   because we're feeling past all the pain   the truth is we're alive   its just we're living deep inside these fragile, little minds   instead of opening our eyes