Lirama

Is this really my place in the world?
The waking hours I dream
and search for something more around me.
I cannot hide the broken face
that once veiled the broken mind.
But we all lie so well, it's alright.

refrain:
Do you hate the strength to follow
that fading star?
Like a guiding light it shined so bright.
Now everything turns hollow and insecure,
the foundation's about to break,
when your star is fading.

I thought it was buried six feet deep,
but now the soil is shaking.
It is time to ressurect.
A hand emerges, grabs by your throat,
drags you down to dig the dirt.
To battle with your fears and demons.

refrain

What's left when the foundations break?
Will I land on a clean slate?
What's real when the truth got
twisted in my head?
Was I blind or just misled?