Out of Control

I felt his soul
I wanted more
I sought through walls, steel and gold
I wanted love and nothing more
Through his touch, I felt his soul
His inner eye reflects throughout
Hidden by the silent void
Resided in his clouded thoughts, sits a chair
A chair of hope
On this we sit, to take a hold
This life before us, out of control
To control is nothing more
Than black bitter filled with holes
Take my hand, out of control
Free my mind, out of control
Feel my soul, out of control
This life behold us, red and gold

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