12.15.10 - The Ataris

We leave the television blaring,

To create the illusion,

That our lives are not vacant.

But still our hearts are so shattered.

We are all speeding

With no destination.

An imaginary prize,

until we sadly falter.

Hollow children, sputtering out

From birth until failure

We march on forever.

We are only as strong as the mark we left behind.

It was a cold, cold day in December

Your hands were folded,

Your heart was silent.

What was this boy to do?

How could I possibly stay here without you?

You were a young soul waiting for heaven,

And heaven had finally come for you.

I know this much is true;

There will never be another one like you.

Hollow children, sputtering out

From birth until failure

We march on forever.

We are only as strong as the mark we left…

God, are you really listening?

If this is only a test,

This is only a test.

I feel like I’m failing.

God, are you really listening?

If this is only a test,

this is only a test.

I feel like I’m failing…

Failing you!