Clint Lowery AliveWatch at the source

I feel the pouring rain. Wash away all those days. And the things that we never say. Will hold us down, and bury us. Nooo - we take it all, we push it down to fill the void. But that’s not good enough. We said, you come around here. You’re going off the deep end. We think you’d rather be alive than dead. We say, you come around here. You’re coming back in pieces. We think you’d rather be alive than dead. Forget all those plans we make. The constant weight of our misery… We’re so blind, and half past dead. Please find yourself, and let go of this. Curse the weak, curse the eager ones who go along. Blame the sheep, blame cowards and the cynical. Am I the only one, who sees light coming through? I do.