It screams and it bleeds , As I reconcile all of the things- That ever meant anything to me. Like: Late night dreams, of an old porch swing, nothing but the sound of silence near, -- and me With silent dreams Left wondering if, this world is really meant for me. Or am I, As we all come to see, Really just a product , of a system , that don't see our needs? And am I, Come as I am, Whole, and openly, Not meant, For a life greater, Than what was destined for me? They say it's already 'written in the stars ' But I think my dreams , and wishes have flown - too far.