Dwell

Sometimes I think I might go to hell.
That in this suffering I will dwell
and the secrets I will never tell
will be the reason that I fell.

I always say it's not that deep
the memories, the score we keep
the way we think, the tears we weep
are only just below our feet.

No permanence nor attachment found
to try and find some solid ground
To listen is to find the sound
Remove the layers, remove the crown

Keep going strong
It won't be long
Just feel the light
and hear the song

For hell is only for the blind 
Some day I'll know when its far behind
that I wasted so much precious time 
in the quest to find what's mine.