High Kite Ride -

Surely winds will blow when you are locked away

Cherishing a white and shiny pearl that we call time

Free choice costs us funnily

You must have heard the tale of Arabian nights

Where a magic carpet sails the sand dunes

To give a view that money could never buy

These fairy tales dictate your plans…

As you minimise what could only be death alive!

People from the lower floors hear the whimpers of a Woman consumed by guilt

You broke the trust that was your glue

Now you bear a cross you can’t undo

It’s peppered with hate, it acts as his bait

There are limited ways to deal with your fate

Lay your body down for the High Kite Ride

I guess I was never too good at confrontations

I spent too much time bringing balance to the equation

As you minimise what could only be death alive!

People from the lower floors hear the whimpers of a Woman in a hell she’s built

You broke the trust that was your glue

Now you bare a cross you can’t undo

It’s peppered with hate, it acts as his bait

There are limited ways to deal with your fate

Lay your body down for the High Kite Ride

Slowly the insults sink in — she is lost

Grasping at the last signs of normal life

It’s a lie / you can cry

She knows it’s always the same…

Put aside the kite string, you are locked away

Euphemising control as passion got you nowhere

But this life of misery

As I justify what could only be death alive!

Day-by-day ad nauseum

As I watch the petals of the table orchid wilt

I stole the trust that was our glue

If I leapt back in time I wouldn’t hurt you

Once a loving man

Now a psychopath

There are just some things from which we cannot come back!

Lay your body down for the High Kite Ride!