When
When does time stop and when does it begin,
When is it time to move forward and time to quit,
To quit this game called life,
Love seems to slip from my hands like soft white sand,
And fly away like white doves of infinite peace,
Family against itself like the brother, brother war,
My hope, passion and aspiration stripped away,
Stripped away like gold from the mountains,
I do not know what makes me walk or think any more,
My heart shattered like an infinite expanding puzzle,
And when the last grain of truth comes time to be prided from me,
I take my strength and armor to fight for my breathe,
One bullet may kill me but one bullet can kill a thousand chances,
A single grain is worth fighting for, if that means I can wake up,
Wake up to see a new adventure,
I do not wish to fight to win your heart,
I hope you can see what kind of guy I am,
I would give up that last grain of truth for you,
If only you could listen to what I’m saying and crying,
I would love to be that man in shining armor to take you away,
But I am only a poor man with a heart and imagination,
But I have an American dream,
To be happy with a wife and kids, and a house,
With that white picked fence,
But to also have a story to tell my kids how we got here,
I look up to the stars and fallow the North Star for guidance,
Guidance to drag my feet and carve my story,
But when will my heart be set free,
And let my last grain of life join the American soil,
And the tear of my wife to keep my heart beating,
So that I can always be there to protect the hope of when,
When will this story show its tears of happiness?